Angel of Desire

“Hurry up and make your first wish, I don’t have all day.”

You don’t respond—or rather, you can’t. You’re locked in that hazy, tingling daze that settles over humans when they look at me in the eyes for too long. I’ve seen this expression countless times before on emperors, CEOs, politicians, and surprising to literally no one—k-pop fans. It never gets less pathetic.

It’s a trance—we call it the Kiss of the Succubus. It isn’t mind control, it’s more like your brain decided to take a quick vacation and left lust in the driver’s seat instead.

That being said, I’m pretty certain that not a single word I’d said in the last three minutes made it through your thick head, but that’s fine. You are human, after all. Predictable. Simple. Weak.

“What did you say you were again?” you ask, proving me right—not that I need you to, I’m always right.

I sigh, almost by habit, because disappointment is just my default state when it comes to your kind, especially men. “I’m a genie. You rubbed my face on that photocard like a freakin’ weirdo and now I’m stuck with you for three whole wishes. It’s really not that complicated.”

You’re silent again. Just like the last two times I said it.

Your eyes roam my body, as if the Karina from aespa standing before you in the flesh is more of a shock to you than me being an actual supernatural being. It’s the same old rodeo over and over, and if it weren’t for my divine punishment, I wouldn’t even bother dealing with you for even a second.

Long story short, after the war in heaven ended several eons ago, every angel on Lucifer’s side was banished into Hell as demons. Almost everyone knows that part, or at least some variation of it. What no one really knows is that those of us who chose not to participate on either side were also punished—sent down into the human world as genies. And as a consequence of not fighting the Fallen with valor and devotion during the war, we’re now forced to serve His children instead, through these silly wishes.

Bullshit, I know. I just wanted a nice peaceful life, and instead I have to deal with you salivating like a dog in front of me, with your tongue practically prying itself out of your mouth as you stare at my body like I’m the first woman you’ve ever seen.

Sometimes I really wish I couldn’t read minds. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to feel your arousal building up like a dam that’s about to shatter, ready to burst right out of your body in a messy explosion that I really don’t want to see.

“So did you like…take over Karina’s body, or are you actually Karina?” you ask, slowly snapping back to reality.

“I’m Karina,” I say, involuntarily rolling my eyes. “This is my human face and my human body. Hell, it’s even my real name.”

You nod, mouth opening like you’re about to apologize for asking such an insulting question, but instead you ask another one that’s even worse. “So then how old are you?”

I stare at you. You stare back, proudly and profoundly clueless.

You know what? I’m not even going to bother getting mad about this, even though I should be.

“I don’t have an age. Age is a human concept.” I slowly walk closer to you, forcing the lights in the room to flicker with my growing presence. “I was born on the First Day along with the light. I’ve existed before time—and certainly before your kind was ever molded from the dust.”

Your body shudders, forcing itself into fight or flight mode from our closed distance; every cell in your body knows that I’m something else that just isn’t natural, even if you yourself might still be in denial.

“I don’t get it,” you stutter, retreating until your calves hit the bedframe—toppling backward onto the mattress with a helpless thump. “If you’re really a genie, why are you pretending to be kpop star instead of like…I don’t know…anything else?”

I blink. “Pretending?” My voice raises a pitch. “I auditioned and went through the same training as everyone else, fair and square. I didn’t cheat or take any shortcuts—”

“Sorry—that’s not what I meant—” You lift your hands in a helpless gesture, trying to defend yourself, but as soon as you move, your gaze betrays you.

“I don’t know why I bother explaining anything to you when all you do is stare at my boobs,” I say, folding my arms.

Your eyes dart back up to meet mine in reflex, so fast that you almost sprain your neck. But that was a mistake. I watch your pupils dilate in real time as you go back into a hypnotic trance. Good, let’s enjoy a bit of quiet for the next few seconds.

Look—the truth is, every genie functions differently depending on the powers we had when we were angels. I was the angel of desire, so the more people love and worship me, the stronger I become. And what better way to achieve that than to become a kpop star? If anything, that’s the shortcut. I admit it’s a bit of a cheat code compared to what the other genies have to do to get by, but it’s just too convenient to pass up.

That being said, we always have to choose a cursed object to leave behind. Sure, for the last couple of centuries, most have opted for a lamp, including myself. But it’s 2025, for Father’s sake, who goes shopping for old lamps anymore? I’d never get summoned in the modern age if I curse a dumb lamp—and if I go too long without granting a wish, I’ll have to deal with them.

So naturally, when I became aespa’s Karina, I chose a single photocard from the first print of our debut album. That’s the one that you bought from a shady reseller on eBay for $400—which, by the way, was a total ripoff. But I guess you could just call it a good investment if you’re smart enough to play your cards right.

Except… something tells me you’re not smart. At all.

“Alright, I seriously don’t have time for this.” I snap my fingers to break the spell again in case you choke on your own hormones and die or something. “I’m supposed to have dinner with the girls, and we have to get up early tomorrow for a commercial shoot. Make your wish, otherwise I’m leaving.”

It’s all a lie, of course. We don’t have any dinner plans tonight. I don’t even need to eat, drink, or even sleep to survive, I do it just to blend in.

“What kind of wishes can you grant?” you ask, staring at my chest again.

It’s basically where your eyes default to at this point. Unbelievable—but also, not really.

“Finally, a valid question,” I say, turning to the side, and as expected, you glance at my butt almost immediately. “You can wish for anything that’s in the realm of possibility besides immortality, bringing back the dead, jumping into the future, or violating another living being’s free will. That includes animals—because there was this guy back in 524 B.C who—whatever—anyways, moving on…”

You swallow hard as I lean over to whisper, “And obviously, no silly loopholes like unlimited wishes or transferring my powers to you. We’re not stupid.”

“…How long do I have to use these wishes?” you ask, licking your lips without even noticing, eyes sinking helplessly into my cleavage like gravity dragged them there.

Alright, so this is the part where I bend the rules a little. I’m not really supposed to lie to you, but hey, I’ve never gotten in trouble for omitting parts of the truth before.

You technically have the rest of your life to use your three wishes, and I’m not really allowed to stop serving you until you use them all, but I just don’t have it in me to tell you that, because then you’d never use them and just keep me around forever. Especially with the way you’re looking at me right now, like my presence in itself is a wish come true.

“I don’t know,” I lie, trying to divert your attention back up. “But if you take too long, I’ll kill you myself.”

You flinch. The threat works every time. Fear is productive.

“You can do that?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“I’m a genie,” I say, tilting my head. “Why wouldn’t I be able to? Piss me off and find out.”

You hesitate for a moment, just to ask the dumbest question yet. “Can you prove that you’re a genie? You kind of just look like Karina.”

“…That’s because I am Karina, you idiot,” I say, a hand moving over my face.

I don’t get it, what of this conversation was so difficult for you to understand? What exactly do you think a genie is supposed to look like? Blue and fat like the one from Aladdin?

I sigh and clap my hands, turning the room pitch black. “There. Power’s out.”

You jump from the abruptness and look around the room, but I can feel your heart racing from excitement instead of fear.

“Power’s back now,” I snap my fingers, and the room returns to normal. “Need more proof?”

“Whoa...” An annoying smirk starts forming on your face. “What else can you do?”

Honestly, at this point I’m more annoyed at you questioning my geniehood than wasting my time.

“Aside from all of this?” I ask, waving my arms. “I can also read your thoughts and your feelings.”

Piles of clothes and books rearrange themselves around the room as I continue explaining this part for the 1000th time. And for the record, I’m not cleaning your room because I want to do you a favor for free, I just can’t stand filth.

“What am I thinking then?” you ask, watching the room magically organize itself.

“You were scared at first, but now you’re just intrigued and turned on, and you’re buying time so that you can basically have a personal fan-meet with me for free. You do believe that I’m a genie, but you want to test the waters to see how much you can get away with before I get mad and kill you. You know that the possibility of me doing that isn’t actually 0%, but god, dying to Karina isn’t so bad.”

“So frickin’ cool…” you mutter, stars forming in your eyes.

Really? Was the part where I appeared out of thin air after you summoned me not cool enough already? I’ve been practicing that new entrance for decades.

“I can change my appearance,” I explain further, transforming into Jang Wonyoung, An Yujin, Irene sunbae-nim, and then Jessica sunbae-nim right before your very eyes.

“Okay, that’s trippy—”

“I can appear anywhere I want, anytime I want.” I demonstrate by teleporting from one side of the room to the other, over and over in a graceful, fading motion, leaving trails of deep purple smoke behind for just a second. “Or I can disappear completely.”

You’re startled by my disappearance, but not because you’re in awe that I can do it. You’re legitimately scared that I really left.

“K-Karina?” you ask, voice cracking. “Where’d you go?”

I rise behind you. “Right here, idiot,” I whisper, just before disappearing again.

“What happens after I make all three wishes?” you ask into the empty room.

My voice echoes through your mind, “You never see me again. You keep whatever you wished for, but I erase your memories of me forever.”

Your face droops. “What? That’s so cruel.”

I fade back in from the shadows in the corner by your closet and shrug. “I don’t make the rules.”

Silence fills the room, but your thoughts are deafening. You’re more upset by the idea of losing me than anything else. It’s humorous, but also pitiful. And frankly, a little cute.

“So what’s it gonna be?” I ask, getting so close to you that your breaths tickle my nose. “Do you want to be a rich man? Wish for billions of dollars? What about fame and success? I can change your life in an instant, make the whole world know your name. Or would you rather beauty? Have the face and body of your dreams? How about wisdom? Become fluent in every language, know the secrets of the—”

“Can I wish to have sex with you? Is that allowed?”

I freeze.

I can’t remember the last time anyone’s ever left me so stunned from their stupidity before. I couldn’t even see it coming because you literally weren’t thinking before speaking. I knew you were a horny college student, but to waste a cosmic, fate-altering wish on sex is the quite possibly the dumbest thing I’ve witnessed in a long time.

“Let me get this straight,” I say, kneeling to level our eyes, only for yours to lower further anyways. “You have three wishes, you can wish for anything in the world, but you want to spend one of them to have sex with me?”

You nod earnestly, not a single further thought in your mind. “Yes. It’s always been my dream to have sex with you. So that’s what I’ll wish for.”

A shock of electricity passes through my body. And no, it’s not arousal—it’s the heavenly contract between a genie and their human, indicating that a valid wish has been made. The ancient law binds itself around my ribs, wrists, and throat. I have no choice but to grant it to you, as dumb as it is.

“Seriously?” I ask in disbelief. “You want to have sex right now?”

You nod excitedly. “Right here, right now,” you say, already tugging at your shirt. “Let’s have sex right now.”

I exhale a long, slow breath. Of all the mortals I could have been cursed with this time… I get you.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing difficult about this wish, but I don’t even know if I should feel flattered or slap you for being so simple-minded.

You stand there with your shirt half-off, chest rising like you’re preparing for some heroic battle instead of… whatever you think this is. Charity service, if you ask me.

I drag a hand down my face. “Unbelievable,” I mutter. “Actually unbelievable. 300,000 years of human evolution and this is where you ended up.”

You’re grinning like you just won the lottery. Which, I mean, you did—but then you blew a third of it on a one night stand with a succubus. And for some reason, you don’t even seem to question it.

In a way, this tracks. For almost every human, the first wish is always an emotional whim of what they desperately want most at the time. The second wish is generally a correction to the first. And the third…well, you’ll see.

But your wish is absolute, regardless of whether I like it or not. The contract tugs me closer to you like an invisible leash.

I step closer. “Fine,” I say, letting my hair down while my clothes slowly vaporize into thin air little by little. First, my jacket goes, then my blouse and pants, and the last to go is my underwear, which lingers a tad bit longer than the others. “I’ll grant you this wish. But by the time I’m done with you, I guarantee you’re going to regret ever making it.”

Your gaze deepens as your body stiffens. You’re back in a trance, but this time not because of the spell from my eyes—just the mere sight of my naked body breaks your soul into tiny fragments, scattering itself around the room like little stars.

You’re completely mesmerized by the shape of my breasts; the way they gently sway while I shift beneath you, or how my smooth, blemish-free, porcelain skin almost glows under the soft light. I can physically feel your eyes explore every line and curve of my body, and your thoughts are so loud that they echo through the room, even though your mouth stopped working long ago.

Fuck, she’s so sexy! Her nipples are just the perfect color and size, exactly as I imagined them to be. God, I wanna suck on them so bad. And Christ, her legs look so yummy, and her waist is so fucking snatched, and I—

“Is this really what goes through your mind every time you look at me?” I ask, breaking your train of thought. “Isn’t it exhausting to be so horny every waking moment of your life?”

“You’re literal perfection,” you say, almost robotically, relative to the thoughts racing through your mind. But you meant it with your very essence.

“I know,” I whisper, kneeling before you.

Of course I’m perfect. I’m supposed to be.

Your cock springs up as your clothes fly off with a wave of my hand. I can feel your desire rapidly growing to new levels as I face your throbbing cock, watching pre-cum flow out like a tiny faucet.

This is such a burden, but whatever. I can’t even remember the last time I got this close to a human, but if you’re dumb enough to waste an entire wish on a night with me, I should at least make it worthwhile.

For myself, of course.

I don’t need to ask this next question since I already know, but I do it anyways for formalities.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, staring up at your eyes that are now forcing themselves open from the pleasure driving through your body from just looking at me.

“I feel so weird,” you murmur, already moaning. “My body is so warm and sensitive, like I’m already having sex with you before we’ve even begun.”

I smirk. “What did you expect? The same experience as being with a human woman?”

You don’t know this, of course, but even though it’s not common for me to ever do anything with a human, my powers were pretty much made for this. I was the angel of desire, after all. The more you want me, the stronger I become, and thus the more desire you feel as a result. It’s a dangerous, endless cycle of mind shattering pleasure that humans were never meant to feel.

“Ready?” I slowly run my tongue against the underside of your rock-hard shaft and watch as your body shuts down from the overwhelming sensations.

You start shivering, but the aura emitting from my body covers you like a warm blanket, holding you steady.

“I-is this what heaven feels like?” you manage to mutter as my saliva coats your length completely.

My essence sinks into you like a sponge, causing your cock to grow slightly thicker and longer than normal, and the blood quickly travels from the rest of your body to compensate for the new mass, causing you to feel light-headed. Not that you weren’t before.

“Of course not,” I say, slowly wrapping my breasts around your cock. “But I’ll give you a glimpse of heaven.”

The warmth of my body forces you to surrender all control as my flesh swallows your cock whole, while my spit that’s as slick as oil continues to drip down from my mouth, allowing me to smoothly and effortlessly glide myself around you in slow, sensual strokes.

“God, your tits are so big and soft…” you moan loudly, almost falling over. “They feel so good...”

Your knees buckle as my breasts clamp tighter around your throbbing cock, molding perfectly to every ridge and vein, squeezing with a rhythmic pressure that sends sparks straight to your core.

“Let me show you what pleasure really feels like, mortal.” I lean forward, parting my lips around the head of your cock, sucking hard while my tongue swirls relentlessly over the slit, lapping up the steady stream of pre-cum that’s now pouring out like an endless offering to me.

“Ooh f-fuuuck…”

The dual sensations hit you like a thunderbolt—my mouth devouring the tip with wet, slurping pulls while my tits slide up and down in perfect sync, the space between them wet and warm from both my spit and your own leaking arousal.

“You should’ve thought this through,” I say, humming around you, the vibration rumbling through your shaft and into your spine, making your toes curl against the floor. “What on earth, hell, and heaven made you think you could handle me?”

“Fuck…” you gasp, your fingers helplessly reaching for my hair.

But before you could touch me, ethereal bonds of shimmering light snake up from the floor, wrapping around your wrists and pinning them behind your back, forcing you to sit there hopelessly as I work you over.

“Keep your filthy hands off of me,” I spit, both literally and figuratively.

Magic pulses from my core, weaving invisible threads into your nerves, amplifying every sensation until it borders on agony; the warmth of my skin seeps into you, making your balls tighten and your hips jerk involuntarily forward, desperate to bury deeper yourself into this illusion of heaven.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna come, but nothing is happening,” you cry, voice trembling from pleasure. “The orgasm is just lingering there, and it feels so good…”

For some reason, your lust feels like a storm crashing against me. I try to fight the pull, but something malfunctions inside me, as if your raw need pours from your mind and feeds straight into my core. Every throb of your cock against my tongue, every gasp that escapes your lips, all loops back and ignites sparks under my skin.

My breasts press more firmly now, nipples brushing against your inner thighs with each upward motion while I take more of you into my mouth, stretching my lips wide to accommodate the girth that’s swollen even larger under my influence.

“Please, Karina,” you beg, voice hoarse and broken, hips bucking futilely against the restraints. “I need to cum... it’s too much, I can’t—”

It is too much, the way my essence infuses you, turning your veins to liquid fire I can feel your shaft pulsing wildly between the onslaught of my mouth and tits.

I pop off your dick, strings of saliva connecting my lips to the glistening head. “Not yet,” I growl, my voice thundering through the room like an indoor storm. “You’ll cum when I allow you to.”

I can physically feel your climax knocking, even taste your impending release on my tongue, but my magic holds it there, forcing the pressure to build further. Your cock twitches desperately between my lips and the plush grip of my tits, pre-cum flooding my mouth in salty bursts, but nothing happens. Not until I want it to.

“Please, it’s killing me—” you beg, voice cracking, but I just smirk around your dick before diving down again, my tongue flattening against the underside as I glide my chest faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the charged air. “Please…just let me come already…”

I shouldn’t crave your surrender this much, but the power surges through me like a drug, and suddenly my free hand slips between my thighs, chasing the echo of your torment.

“Please Karina, please…I can’t take it anymore…” You thrust weakly against my hold, whimpering as I suck harder on the tip while the softness of my tits has you seeing stars. 

The cycle tightens even further—your endless edge fuels my fire, making my body hum with a million sensations that I can’t ignore any longer. Your temptation is so delicious that the heat between my legs grows into a full blaze. My fingers slowly slip inside; a wave of pleasure crashes against me, but I can’t tell if it’s mine or yours.

“Kar—” you choke against your words.

You’re literally breaking. If I let this go any further you might actually die, and that’ll ruin the fun for me. I’m not ready to end this wish yet.

“Fine, you can come now,” I say, stroking you slowly.

The barrier I placed around your release strains under the pressure, and with a wicked hum that vibrates straight through your shaft…I finally break it.

The magic releases like a snapped thread. You erupt with a loud roar, your cock jerking violently as I pull away, guiding the forceful jets to arc high like a geyser unleashed. Thick white ropes paint the air in heavy streaks before hitting the floor, far away from me.

“Sweet dreams,” I say triumphantly, a satisfied smile curving my lips as you continue to moan like a dying animal, waves of cum still bursting out of you like an endless stream of lust.

You’re going to pass out for a few moments, having never felt an orgasm like that ever in your pathetic life. At least, that’s what you would do naturally, but I’m not exactly done with you yet.

Tonight, I’m going to make sure you keep coming over and over until you beg me to stop.

But for some strange reason, your eyes snap open, even though I didn’t do anything. And before I can even react, your hands—somehow freed from my bonds by the sheer force of your will—shoot out, fingers digging into my arms with surprising strength.

You yank me up and off my knees, spinning me toward the bed with a growl that sends a shiver down my spine. I stumble, caught off guard, my mind reeling. 

What’s going on? You should be immobile right now. Your body should be completely depleted and recovering from that much loss of—

You shove me down onto the mattress, the sheets rumpling under my back as you pin my wrists above my head with one hand. The force makes my chest jiggle, and you cup them roughly as your body hovered over mine, already rock-hard despite the flood you’d just unleashed.

This is impossible. Not once in four thousand years has this ever happened. Are you even human?

Your hand roams freely and greedily now over my curves. “Look at you,” you murmur, voice low and commanding, eyes devouring every inch of my form—the flare of my hips, the dip of my waist, all bare and exposed to you. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. This perfect body... I’m going to savor every goddamn bit of it.”

“How the hell are you still moving?” I squirm beneath you, unwelcome heat pooling in my core. “You should be out cold for a few hours, at least.”

“Why? I’m not done with my wish,” you say, roughly dragging your fingers down my body, from my chest to my waist, and past my hips, all the way down there.

“You don’t get to decide that.” I try to push you off with my magic, but it suddenly doesn’t work.

I don’t understand anything. Nothing at all. Not the ease with which you hold me, nor how your cock is already twitching back to life against my thigh. But this desire of yours forces a strange submission into my limbs, making me arch just a fraction, betraying my confusion with a soft, involuntary moan.

A smirk forms on your face, as if you could see me slowly breaking. “I wanna know how a genie tastes.”

My powers hum—they’re still there, but for some reason, they bend to this. They don’t allow me to escape nor push you away. I can’t even read your mind anymore.

“You can’t— this isn’t how it works—” I start, but your mouth crashes down on mine, silencing the words with a messy kiss, your tongue invading me as your hand slides lower, fingers parting my thighs to find my soaked folds.

Your tongue—your filthy human tongue—it’s in my mouth. This is completely unacceptable—your disgusting mortal saliva is oozing out, mixing with my heavenly essence.

Shock mingles with the building pleasure as your thumb grinds against my clit, your dominance wrapping around me like the chains I’d once felt that day we all descended from heaven.

Confusion floods me both mentally and physically. Why is this happening? I’m the one with the divine magic—a genie bound to grant, not to yield. I’m Karina, the angel of desire, and yet your own desires crash over me like a tidal wave, forcing my body to soften even as my mind protests.

It’s the contract. It has to be the contract. Your wish must’ve amplified everything, including this sudden dominance surging through you.

You break the kiss, grinning down at me with that amplified hunger, your fingers plunging into me mindlessly, curling to hit the spot that makes my eyes flutter. “I guess genies get even more wet than human women.”

“D-don’t say that—”

Why is my body so hot? This sensation, I’m not supposed to feel this. And yet somehow the heat between my legs overflow as your fingers splashes it all over my my skin. It feels…good. So, so good.

Without any warning, you force my legs apart despite my instinctive resistance, exposing my me to the cool air of the room while your eyes devour the sight of my folds glistening with unwanted arousal. I gasp as your head dips between my spread thighs, your hot breath teasing my sensitive skin before your tongue flattens against my clit, lapping upward in a slow, deliberate stroke that sends jolts of forbidden ecstasy through my core.

“Holy fuck, you smell and taste so damn good.” You lick your lips as if savoring your favorite meal. “Like literal heaven.”

I force the words out almost like a script, “How dare you…a disgusting human like you shouldn’t be allowed to know how I smell, let alone taste…”

Please, don’t listen to me. Don’t stop. Smell me more. Taste me more.

You unknowingly obliged, devouring me hungrily, sucking my clit into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it while your fingers dig into my hips to hold me steady, my body betraying me with involuntary bucks against your face as waves of heat build uncontrollably.

No—I shouldn’t enjoy this, not from a pathetic human using me for his own urges. Not like this. It’s so fucking humiliating.

But your tongue pushes deeper, piercing my entrance and flicking inside, drawing out moans I can no longer suppress while my fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer against my will as the pleasure coils tighter, threatening to shatter any remaining willpower.

“I wonder how the rest of you tastes.” Your mouth finally leaves my heat, leaving me trembling on the edge.

But before I can catch my breath, you grab my hips and flip me roughly onto my stomach. The bedsheets tangle beneath me as you yank my ass up onto my knees, spreading my cheeks wide, fully exposing me in the most vulnerable and humiliating way possible.

I yelp in surprise, my face pressing hard into the pillow, but you dive in without mercy. Your tongue presses flat against my other hole and licks upward in firm, insistent strokes that make my body twitch with a mix of shock and fiery sparks of pleasure.

“Why does your asshole tastes so damn good?” You groan against my skin, the vibration humming through me as you devour my hole hungrily, sucking and lapping at it like it’s the sweetest nectar you’ve ever tasted. “Did you shower before I summoned you or something?”

I twist my head and glare at you over my shoulder in disgust. “I don’t need to shower! I don’t ever get dirty, unlike you, you filthy huma—”

Your hands cracks against my cheeks with a sharp slap that stings and echoes in the room, making me gasp and arch higher into your grip. The pain blooms into heat as you lean back in, your tongue dragging from my dripping pussy up to my ass in long, greedy swipes that tease both holes.

“Are you sure I’m the filthy one?” you snicker, your tongue alternating between both entrances while your fingers dig into my flesh to hold me steady while I squirm and moan against the pillow. “How can you still think you’re pure with this waterfall of sin flowing out of your pussy?”

My body continues to betray me, pushing back for more even as resentment simmers in my bones. “Sin?! How dare you speak to an angel like—”

Your tongue cuts me off as it plunges all the way into my asshole, twisting and swirling against the tight walls, sending waves of unwanted ecstasy through my core that force a loud moan from my lips.

“Stop—not so deep—what the hell is wrong with you?!” I scream, but my hips unwillingly grind back against your face despite the fury boiling in my veins.

Even my hand slides over my folds, fingers reluctantly circling my clit before pushing inside my warmth as your tongue presses deeper into my body.

My mind slowly turns to mush. The intrusion is so fucking shameful, yet it ignites a blaze of pleasure I just can’t escape from. My fingers thrust inward with each of your licks, sending shivers through my whole body.

“You said you’re an angel? You’re even worse than a human whore, Karina. Do you not see yourself howling like a dog in heat? Fingering yourself with my tongue buried in your ass, begging for more of this mortal filth you claim to despise. Don’t make me laugh, you’re no fucking angel. I bet even demons have more self respect than you.”

I gasp loudly in outrage, my cheeks burning with a mix of shame and fury. “How dare you!” I hiss through clenched teeth, but it comes out more as a whimper. “You, who was made from dust, have no right to ever speak to me that way—”

A mocking laugh escapes your lips as you quickly shove your thick cock straight into me, the sudden stretch forcing a sharp cry from my throat as every rigid inch spears me open.

“What’s wrong, angel? Nothing left to say?”

My powers surge wildly in response. The room trembles violently as if caught in an earthquake, furniture rattling and the lights flicker out in a burst of sparks, leaving us bathed only in the ethereal glow of my juices shimmering in the pitch dark room along with the faint luminescence of my heated skin.

And for some reason, you’re unfazed. You simply continue fucking me as if nothing else in the universe matters. Is this what true desire feels like? Unshaken, unyielding…unholy?

I can feel every inch of you buried deep inside me; your balls slap against my clit with each brutal slam, pounding into me relentlessly while I squeeze your shaft, milking it involuntarily as waves of forbidden pleasure overwhelm my being.

“How does it feel, Karina?” you growl, your voice rough with triumph as you lean over me, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back, exposing my neck to your teeth. “Getting used like this by a human? Have you ever been fucked like this before?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I spat, watching the satisfaction creep up your annoying face. “I’m only granting you a wish.”

You laugh again. “Are you sure? Why is your body saying otherwise then? Your pussy is practically begging to be filled by me, isn’t it?”

Rage and rapture twist inside me like a storm, my immortal pride shattering under the onslaught of pleasure that has me pushing back onto you, hips rolling to take you deeper even.

“You wish... you filthy animal, this is... ahh... blasphemy…” Every word dissolves into a moan as my pussy gushes around your length, the glow from my arousal casting flickering shadows that dance across our joined bodies, highlighting the curve of my ass as it jiggles with every savage plunge.

You pull yourself out and immediately flip me over onto my back, spreading my legs wide open as you re-enter me so quickly it blurs my vision. “Your pussy feels incredible, do all genies feel like this? It’s like your body was made specifically for my dick. Like you’re…my slave…”

“Slave?!” I cry loudly, but more so from pleasure than anger. “Me? Your slave? You—must—aah—be joking! You’ve—aaah—lost your mind—ahh!”

I’ve never been so offended in my entire existence, and yet I can’t stop pulling you in, the resentment fueling an addiction to this dominance that’s rewriting my very soul.

“Have I?” you ask, gripping my throat with one hand while rubbing circles around my clit with the other as you continue pumping into me. “Sounds more like you’re the one losing your mind.”

Your choke on me tightens. My fingers dig deep into the sheets as my body arches uncontrollably, pushing itself even further towards you. I try to stay sane, but your desire is completely intoxicating.

You pull out suddenly, your length glistening with my juices. “You said you don’t get dirty, right? Let’s see if that’s true,” you sneer, shoving your cock into my mouth from above, my own juices coating my tongue as you rub the slick head across my lips and cheeks, smearing it over my face like a mark of ownership. “Oops… looks like you’re a mess now.”

“How dare you! Ahh—” I protest at first, but instead of blocking you, my fingers find their way to my dripping folds instead to fill the void you left. Two wasn’t enough to replace your cock, so I stretch myself wider with three, fucking myself mindlessly, the humiliation twisting into fuel for the fire raging through me.

“Poor Karina, born an angel, banished to be a genie, and now turned into a worthless fuckslave. Face completely painted with her own cum, and yet she’s still rubbing that greedy cunt like it’s all she knows.”

“Shut your fucking mouth—I’ll actually kill you—” I threaten, but you slap your cock against my cheek to silence me. The wet smack echoes in the room, and you do it again on my forehead, laughing as strings of my wetness cling to my skin.

“Open wider,” you command, shifting up so your balls dangle over my lips.

I obey without thinking, sucking them into my mouth one by one, tongue lapping mindlessly while my free hand grips your thigh. I moan around them while my fingers curl inside me, making stars burst behind my eyes.

My vision goes out for a moment, but I can feeling you climbing higher, turning around to straddle my face reverse, your ass hovering just above my mouth.

Seriously? You’re joking, right? Are you actually going to—

“Don’t be shy, you loved it when I did it to you,” you growl, lowering yourself until my tongue presses against your hole, circling it tentatively at first, then delving deeper as you grind back against me.

Your cheeks block my vision and completely smother me while I lap at you hungrily, the submission sending shocks of corrupted pleasure straight to my core, forcing my fingers to dive even faster in my pussy, soaking the sheets beneath me.

This can’t be real. You’re using me like an object. Like I’m even beneath a human or even an animal. Like I’m…dirt.

The thought causes something vital in me to completely malfunction. My spiritual bindings loosen, and my shoulder blades itch unbearably, as if the skin and flesh was ready to rip apart.

No, not this! This is too embarrassing! Anything but this—

But it’s too late—the itch erupts into a surge of raw power, and my wings burst forth from my back in a cascade of shimmering violet light, pure ethereal energy erupting with a explosion that knocks the air from the room, sending your furniture flying everywhere. The force of their emergence shoves us forward, flipping us over.

I open my eyes and suddenly I’m straddling you, your cock buried deep inside me as I pin you beneath me on the creaking bed. The glow of my wings flood the space like dawn breaking through storm clouds, casting radiant patterns across your face and the walls.

I gasp, a mix of horror and exhilaration flooding me. “This is all your fault. Look what you did to me.”

“Are those…wings?” you ask, wrapping your fingers around my waist, holding me tightly as my hips roll instinctively. “I thought they’d be made of feathers, but they’re just giant rays of bending light.”

“This is so embarrassing. You can’t see me like this. No one’s ever supposed to see.”

Your hands fly to my tits, fingers pinching and twisting my stiff nipples, tugging them outward, making my pussy spasm around your cock while I bounce faster, the slap of my ass against your thighs echoing in the illuminated chamber.

“You’re the sluttiest angel in existence, aren’t you?” you say, squeezing me in your hands, fondling my tits like you’re forcing something out of me. “I’m starting to think this is your wish and not mine.”

“N-no way…there’s no way that could ever be true…” I moan, my voice breaking into ecstatic cries. My wings spread wider to bathe us in their blinding luminescence, and my glowing juices continue to cover your length, making it grow larger by the minute.

“You can lie to me all you want, but you can’t lie to yourself,” you growl, your grip tightens on my hips and your fingers dig into my flesh as you suddenly twist me around, my body spinning on your shaft like a pivot. “This is who you really are, Karina.”

I end up facing away from you, my back arched and wings flaring out to brush the ceiling, my ass now presented to you like an offering as I settle into the new angle, knees planted wide on either side of your thighs while I start grinding down again, the head of your shaft nudging deeper into my soaked folds with each roll of my hips.

“I swear I’ll kill you once this is over—”

“Shut up,” you snarl, your voice cutting through the haze, and in that instant, my wings shimmer violently, the violet light coiling like living vines. They twist and reform into thick ropes of glowing energy, wrapping around my wrists and yanking my arms behind my back, binding them tightly as it forces me to arch backwards.

What—what in the heavens is happening? My own wings are betraying me? No way, there’s just no way—

Your annoying condescending laugh fills the room. “Even your own wings know the truth. You’re really just a cock-thirsty whore. There’s just no denying it anymore.” Your hand cracks against my ass as I ride you harder, the slap echoing off the walls like a command.

Is it true? Is this human really telling the truth right now? Is this who I really am?

I keep denying it, but if it isn’t true, why does every part of me feel so good? Why am I locked in this euphoria while you fuck me like a toy?

“You love it, don’t you?” you growl, delivering another smack that leaves my skin tingling red. “Being my personal fucktoy?”

Words force themselves out my mouth against my will. “Y-yes…I love it…please fuck me harder…”

What am I saying? Do I really want you to do that? …Yes, of course I do…no—I need you to…for the first time in a millennia, this is what I truly want.

You laugh, spanking me again, harder this time, the impact jolting through me and drawing a moan I can’t suppress. “Finally, the truth comes out. You’re not an angel, you’re just a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” I repeat with utmost obedience, grinding on your cock with genuine, unfiltered desire. “I’m a slut…I’m really just a slut after all…”

“Fuck, what a perfect body,” you moan, as I pick up the pace, lifting my ass high before slamming it back down, the wet smack of skin on skin growing louder in the glowing room. My breasts bounce freely now without your hands to steady them, nipples still aching.

“Fuck me to your heart’s content,” I beg, ropes of light branching from my wings, wrapping tightly around my body. “Use me however you like.”

You grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply as you fuck me fiercely from below, pounding into my pussy with brutal force, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of oblivion while I writhe in your unyielding grip.

The weight of our bodies causes us to fall backwards onto the bed with your cock still stuck inside me as I land on top of you, immediately spreading my legs wide.

“You’re really mine now, Karina,” you declare, your free hand clamping around my throat, fingers digging in to restrict my air.

I whimper into your chokehold, my freed hands clawing at the sheets beside us. “I’m yours… I’m your personal genie fuckwhore…”

Our mouths collide in a fierce, sloppy kiss—your lips bruising mine, tongue invading to conceal my moans as you squeeze my throat tighter, heightening the raw intensity of your shaft spearing into my sopping heat.

“Tell me how it feels,” you growl against my tongue, your hand abandoning my neck briefly to slap my breasts, the sting making me cry out into the kiss while my walls clench greedily around your invading flesh, juices slicking your skin as forbidden ecstasy continues to build within me.

“It feels so good… I love being your fucktoy, please use me to pleasure yourself…” I moan into your mouth, my voice breaking as your fingers slide down to rub my swollen clit in tight, insistent circles, the added friction sending electric shocks through my core while you continue slamming deep into my soaked folds with relentless force. “You’re fucking me so hard… you’re gonna tear me apart… please… if you keep fucking me like this, I’ll never be able to return to heaven…”

“Good. Stay here and serve me forever,” you say, driving even deeper from below, claiming every inch of me.

“You’re going to ruin me forever with your big cock…”

“Fuck… I’m gonna come again,” you grunt, your hips snapping harder, pounding into me with one last desperate rhythm as your shaft throbs inside my gripping walls, the heat of your impending release radiating through us both.

“M-me too, I’m gonna come—” I gasp, my hand darting between my legs to rub my clit furiously, pushing myself right to the edge while your length stretches and fills me completely.

With one last surge of dominance, you flip us over, pinning me beneath your weight as you take control from above, my wings unfurling instinctively to hook around my thighs and spread my legs wide open, exposing my dripping entrance fully to your assault. You drive into me wildly, your hips thrusting with savage force, plunging deep and fast into me, each brutal pump shaking my body and making my breasts bounce against your chest while I circle my clit desperately.

“Fuck—I’m coming—” Your rhythm falters as you pull out abruptly, groaning deeply while your cock erupts violently, thick bursts of hot cum splashing all across my stomach, coating my tits in your warmth, and splattering all the way up to my face where it lands in glistening streaks on my forehead, cheeks, and lips.

“I’m coming—I’m coming while you paint me with your cum!” I continue rubbing myself with frantic urgency, fingers pressing hard against my throbbing clit as the heat of your never-ending cum seeps into my flesh. My body arches violently as waves of ecstasy crash over me in a cataclysmic release. “Y-yes—I’m coming—aah!”

Blinding lights explode from my wings, fracturing the room into prismatic chaos with shards of light cascading like shattered stars, ethereal winds roaring from the void to lash my hair into a magical whirlwind while the walls quake and time warps in stuttering bursts, my cries echoing in the distorted space as transcendent pleasure engulfs me completely, leaving my body shuddering beneath you, fully drenched in cum, sweat, and my own unraveling bliss.

You collapse on top of me, heaving with ragged breaths. I tremble as the afterglow settles, wings dissolving into wisps of fading lights until they vanish completely, leaving me completely bare on the sheets, only covered by the aftermath of our desire.

The lights slowly return, and the silence of the cosmic void dissipates.

“H-hey, are you still going to kill me?” you ask, kissing my collarbone gently, fear suddenly returning to your eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” I say, catching my breath, my body still completely numb from the world-bending climax.

You roll off to the side, sprawling onto the sheets beside me with a satisfied groan. “I think I know my second wish.”

“Already?” I ask, as the hum of your thoughts gradually seep back into my mind, clear and unfiltered once more.

“Yeah,” you say, propping yourself up on an elbow to meet my eyes with a wicked smirk. “I want to fuck the other aespa girls, too.”

“Which one?”

“All of them.”