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Akanos' Lamp

Written By: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Akanos

The lamp was waiting, floating in between places, it had started long ago in a desert tomb waiting for someone to stumble upon it. It had a few close encounters, tomb raiders who'd picked it up, but tossed it aside before giving it the stroke it so desired. People often discounted the basic looking oil lamp, especially when it was surrounded by various riches that outshined its basic design. So the lamp had waited for a long time, until it decided that it needed to try something else. The magic stored within it screamed to get out, so one day the lamp sat discarded in the depths of a tomb, and then with a whisper of magic it vanished.

Around the world, the lamp started to travel from place to place in the hopes that some human might pick it up. Most people didn't recognize it for what it was, years having passed since its original design. The lamp was patient though, it would have a wielder sooner or later, the magic stored within never waning, but swelling in power. The wielder would become a powerful being in their own right... but the lamp had desires, ones that it had formed as it witnessed the world about it.

The lamp's various locations showed it places of great corruption, politicians doing underhanded deals, and places of great pleasures. More than once, the lamp had appeared in various houses of sin, drugs and sex aplenty. Though most people would assume the lamp itself was nothing more than a vessel for magic, it at some point had gained its own form of thought. Those thoughts were slowly tainted over the years searching for its new host, and that time was coming sooner and sooner while the lamp's own desires grew ever more lewd.

A few hundred years passed before the lamp landed in an alley in a modern day city, cars rushing past masked the sound of the metal clinking against the asphalt of the alley. The lamp landed right in the middle of the alley, where anybody might be able to stumble over it. The gleaming golden metal of the lamp had never lost its luster over the years of its travels due to the magic that imbued it, but there was a strange shadow that seemed to loom over the lamp. In more recent eras, people seemed to avoid touching the lamp altogether, not fully aware of their own reluctance but still capable of avoiding the lamp's tainted lure.

Today though was different, the lamp felt it, the magic inside boiled with a new intensity that spoke to the lamp. This was the day when someone would pick it up, and this was the alley where it would be found. The thoughts and desires that had imprinted themselves on the lamp boiled within it, coloring the magic, and bringing forth an excitement the lamp couldn't emote. So it waited, perfectly still, a slight haze of dark magic looming about it sat there in pristine condition.

***

Strolling the streets of the city, Max glanced over his shoulder to see Archie taking a few pictures of the nearby buildings. "C'mon man, don't make us look like complete tourists," he groaned, his friend smirking before taking a picture of him.

"We are, and who cares if we look like tourists? We're not gonna be here for long," Archie said, gesturing to the city that surrounded them. "How often do we get to come to New York? There's so much stuff here, and the buildings are huge!" He started to take more pictures, faster in fact, likely just to annoy Max.

Rolling his eyes at his friend's tourist act, Max just smiled to himself as he found himself admiring the huge buildings stretching towards the sky. "Alright, it's pretty cool," he admitted, finding himself staring up at the sky, the gray clouds ahead threatening rain. "We probably shouldn't be out here for too much longer though, we don't want to get rained on."

"I dunno, I think it would be pretty cool to see central park in the raid," Archie offered, though his protest was fairly weak. Neither of them were dressed to be out in the rain, and the weather app on their phones warned that it wasn't going to be a light one either. "Yeah... we probably should head back," Archie finally said, glancing up at the storm clouds nervously. "I think if we take this alley though, we should be able to get back to the other side of these buildings faster than walking around," he said, gesturing to a nearby alley.

Max stared at him incredulously, turning his gaze from his friend to the alley and back. "An alley in New York city? Do you have a death wish?" Like magic though, the sky above cracked with a line of lightning followed by the boom of thunder, rain starting to patter down onto the street around them. "Damn it... if we get killed, I'm gonna hold it against you in the afterlife," Max warned, already starting down the alley with Archie in tow.

Both men had their eyes peeled and their hands near their keys just in case someone leapt out of one of the shadows in the alley, the distance between the two sides of the alley wasn't insubstantial. Thankfully, there was some cover over head though, so they didn't have to rush quite as much as they'd thought since the rain was mostly blocked. Max and Archie were so busy keeping their eyes out for anybody who might leap at them that Max didn't notice the lamp laying on the ground until he accidentally kicked it, causing the golden object to clatter across the ground and strike the wall. "Jesus!" Archie shouted, leaping a foot in the air at the sudden noise.

"Calm down, man! I just kicked a paint can or something," Max grumbled, looking at what he'd actually kicked... and paused. "Is that... a lamp?" he asked, Archie following his gaze to gawk at the gleaming golden object. The pair stared at it for a long moment before Max approached it, his concern about the rain momentarily forgotten as he kneeled next to it, starting to reach for the fallen lamp.

"Wait!" The word escaped Archie before he knew why he'd said it, he was getting... a bad feeling from the lamp. "I don't think you should take that, man, who knows who's touched it. It could be filled with drugs or something."

That stopped Max's hand, he looked at the lamp, feeling a sense of unease settle in now that he looked at it more closely. Sure, it looked beautiful and pristine, but... there was something certainly odd about it. He swore he could see some sort of dark mist escaping the spout, but that had to be his imagination. "Yeah... you're right, Archie." Max started to stand up, his eyes not quite leaving the lamp, torn between the desire to take a closer look and the revulsion that seemed to fill him at the same time.

Archie and Max started once more towards the exit of the alley, the rain starting to fall harder, the alley growing strangely cooler as the two men walked away. The lamp meanwhile started to tremble, a strange sense of rage surrounding it as it had almost felt Max's touch. It knew that Max was the one to wield it, the closer his hand had come, the more it had known that he was the one to wield it. Archie had ruined its attempt to claim its new host... but then it settled down, the magic within burning bright. Then the lamp vanished, a whisper of magic dragging it away, and within Archie's bag a new weight settled, but not so heavy that he noticed.

***

Back in their hotel room, both men were soaking, groaning as they stripped off their soaking clothing. "Who gets the shower first?" Archie groaned, already having tossed his backpack onto his bed.

"You can get in, I'm gonna try to warm up by the heater," Max said, shivering as the cold rain had soaked him to the bones. Archie didn't argue the point, already slinking into the bathroom, his wet pants soon hitting the floor with a surprisingly powerful slap. Max was honestly shocked at how violent the rain had been, he'd known it was supposed to be strong, but for some reason after they'd left the alley it had become a torrent.

Taking all of his clothes off, Max had a brief moment of embarrassment as he knew that Archie might come out at any moment... nah, it wasn't worth the concern. He stood, bare of everything but his underwear, allowing the heater in the room to warm him up. "Thank... god..." he groaned, closing his eyes as he finally felt the chill starting to leave his bones.

Archie's backpack fell over on the bed, a sudden movement that got Max's attention. What was more shocking though was when the zipper slowly undid itself. "What...?" Max's eyes widened as he watched the contents of the bag slowly fall out to reveal the golden lamp sitting within, gleaming in the light of the room, sitting on a pillow of Archie's stuff. "How in the hell did that end up in Archie's bag?" Underneath the lamp, all of Archie's things started to glow and turn into pure gold, the cheap camera he'd had stored in there becoming a solid piece of glowing yellow.

Rubbing his eyes, Max was certain he'd gone insane, there was no way something like that had happened. The bag itself became a rich red silk sack, the modern appearance of it turned into something straight out of a fantasy movie. "Yup... I've gone crazy," Max breathed, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the lamp, it seemingly calling out to him. In the bathroom, the sound of rushing water could be heard, Archie just now stepping in. Max's legs started to carry him forward, his eyes planted on the beautiful golden lamp, his hands itching to reach out and touch it. "This... something's wrong," Max murmured, but he couldn't help feel like the lamp wanted him to pick it up.

The lamp itself was releasing more magic than it had in years, with the presence of Max in the room, it was able to release some of its power. The pure radiant magic of the thing altered the appearance of everything about it, turning modern day things into more fitting articles for the lamp. Its magic hung like a haze in the room, entrancing Max, drawing him closer. The man's eyes fluttered, his breath a bit heavy as he found himself standing over the bed, gazing at the lamp with longing. The bed itself was now a magnificent looking goose feather bed, the sheets a lavish black silk piece with golden thread creating the design of a dragon sewn into it.

"No..." Max said, blinking a few times, now realizing that he was being used, "stop it," he growled, stepping back in an attempt to get away from the lamp. It was changing things, trying to change him too, he could feel the itch at the back of his head. He couldn't put it into words, but he was certain that the lamp was trying to talk to him, pleading with him to pick it up. "Archie... I gotta get Archie, he'll help me," he groaned, starting to turn his gaze away from the lamp.

No longer willing to wait another moment, the lamp glowed brightly, drawing in Max like a powerful magnet. The man let out a gasp as he stumbled over, his hand planting itself on the lamp, the warmth searing his hand. "No!" he gasped, groaning as the warmth of the lamp suffused his body.

Finally, we are united! It was the voice of the magic, and of the lamp, singing inside of Max's head like a overwhelming orchestra just for him. The magic within started to pour out in a golden stream, wrapping itself around Max, connecting to the man in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Max let out a groan of pleasure as the magic's warmth infused him, grasping him in its grip, the lamp hovering off of the bed's surface. He staggered, his eyes fluttering as he attempted once more to reach for Archie. Never mind him, we are never to be separated again! The voice in his head was powerful and overwhelming, images of centuries waiting in darkness filled his head. He saw the many sights and sounds of the lamp's past, searching for the one it would unite with, searching for him.

One moment Max could feel the ground under his feet, the next he found himself hovering... no, that wasn't right. He looked down and saw his feet growing fainter, his legs starting to merge with the golden power of the lamp. "What's going on?" The warmth was now growing into pleasure, Max blushing heavily as he felt himself growing hard, his underwear starting to tent with his arousal. "You need to stop this, I didn't want this," he pleaded with the lamp, but it wasn't going to listen.

The golden energy linking his legs and the lamp started to darken, the golden energy of the magic darkening deeper and deeper until it was an ebony black. The corruption that had tainted the magic over the years now revealed itself as it connected to Max, his head leaning back as he struck with dark desires. He saw images of debauchery, corruption in the world, lies and deceit mixed with pleasure. He spasmed with delight at the thought of rending such tainted ideals on the world, being able to spread the dark desires the lamp had witnessed. He moaned as his body started to warp, the magic of the lamp reshaping him into a proper vessel for all of the dark magic within.

Wrapping about his arms, the magic coalesced into a pair of beautiful golden arm bands, snapping shut about his wrists. As they did, Max felt something change, the magic swelling up inside of himself, a connection to the lamp made that couldn't be broken. Mask gasped as pain rippled through his chest, his nipples being pierced by a pair of golden lights, looping about and forming into heavy golden rings. One of his nipples started to darken already as the magic was swelling inside of him, his fleshy human skin starting to shift into hues of a dark red and black, an image forming inside of his mind. The lamp had witnessed so many things, one of them the visage of a dragon in Europe, and it had grasped onto that image. Mixed with the Egyptian elements of its birth, the image was coalescing into a powerful draconic genie with ample power pouring through him.

In the other room, Archie thought he heard something, but the noise vanished soon after drowned out by the water. He shrugged before continuing to scrub, though he thought he smelled something odd drifting through the room. Unaware that the corrupt magic was filling the main room, changing it from their basic hotel room into something more fitting for a powerful genie.

Max's eyes started to fill with a golden light, his human irises slowly shrinking while the lamp and the magic within started to take root inside of his mind. They were fusing identities, Max's own being twisted and mangled by the lamp's darkened perception of the world. "Get out of my head," Max growled, feeling the lamp's corrupt influence trying to dive into his psyche.

We are to be one, you shall share my magic with the people of this world. Show them their deepest desires.

"That's not what I want, stop it!" Max gasped, though already he felt the lamp's attempts to taint his own desires. Thoughts of what was right and wrong were replaced with a deep desire to show people what they wanted, take their darkest desires and twist them to his own pleasure. A moan escaped the man as the thought crossed his mind of seeing what Archie's darkest desires were, the lamp grabbing onto that and fleshing it out. With the magic from the lamp, he could make anyone into anything he desired, it would be so easy.

The lamp flooded his head with images of people's wishes being granted, men turned into sexy himbos, their dicks getting huge, turned into delicious monsters of their deepest desires. Max couldn't get away from it, the images were constantly flooding his head, warping his idea of what was alright. He started to paw at his cock, the need to get off growing as he found himself enjoying the show. People making simple wishes, the need for riches or power, twisting them into desiring his own tainted pleasures. Somewhere along the way his underwear vanished allowing his erection to swing out in the open. Max's cock was growing larger, his balls swelling, the skin about them turning into that dark sinful red color.

Around the transforming man, the room was manifesting the power of the genie. The walls became golden stone in appearance, hieroglyphics carving themselves into the bare surface, images of humans submitting themselves before a handsome dragon genie. Looking at such images brought Max a thrill, he would be able to fulfill any wish of a human he desired, so long as it left them pleased with their darkened sexualities. Reaching up, he started to pinch his thick black nipple, letting out a hiss as his new red claws gripped about the tender flesh. "Yesss..." he growled, his voice echoing off of the stone walls of the room. The newly transformed room blocked out much of the sound of the shower in the bathroom, causing his hiss to bounce off of the walls.

About his increasingly draconic chest, a beautiful blue vest formed out of the genie's magic, a golden trim outline settling itself down about the growing muscles of his body. The vest hugged his chest as it started to swell larger, his nipple rings bouncing against his swelling pecs. He looked down with a growing delight, seeing the physical weakness be replaced by the perfection that the lamp had envisioned. His hand ran up his stomach as muscle grew there as well, forming into a powerful eight pack, a purr escaping him with the pleasure of the changes. The bands proved to be malleable, adjusting their size to the form of the dragon's growing arms, a desire to stretch them and impress anyone who looked at them made him chuckle.

Where the black of his new body met the red, a thin golden outline traced the muscles of his body, an extravagance that made him feel like a proper genie. Max growled deep in his chest, the sound intimidating and aroused. He could see the lamp's thoughts... no, they were his thoughts in entirety now, they were no longer separate beings. Max didn't even feel like it fit anymore, they were becoming a new being, a genie with the power to alter the world as they saw fit. "Akanos," they growled, and so it was, Max was no longer his name, they had become the dragon genie Akanos.

Seemingly in tandem with his new identity, his head morphed, the dark hair of his human self falling out into a glorious white thick mane of hair that toppled over the dragon's back. A pair of intimidating golden horns grew from the top of Akanos' crown, his mouth pulling into a great sharp smile, a proper draconic smile. A beautiful blue silkensash with a golden dragon head wrapped about his waist, cinching themself with the dragon's clasp That didn't cover his massive erection beneath, his cock quivering with anticipation at the magic he could perform. Finally, his human eyes were completely consumed with a golden power that radiated a mix of potential and dark intention.

With an almost lazy gesture, the dragon formed a mirror in the air to behold his own magnificence. Before him was the image that the lamp had constructed, a beautiful and handsome dragon that hovered in the air above a lamp. With a thought, Akanos' legs appeared, allowing him to step down onto the ground with a pair of golden soled shoes. Even on his legs, a pair of golden bands wrapped around his powerful legs, but he didn't mind. The genie's bond with the lamp were the bands of gold, and that thought sent a shiver down his spine as he admired his own rather impressive erection. He noted the bands of golden lines that traced across his body, including the long tail he'd formed as well. "Exquisite... a perfect body for Akanos," he chuckled, waving the mirror away to admire the room about him.

The room had finished its change as well, now a chamber befitting a pharaoh, heaps of sand were scattered throughout the room, and many of the modern appliances had become golden statues. The only light in the room was a torch hanging upon the wall, crackling in the almost crypt-like room. The genie purred, rubbing his hands down his newly changed body, his finger flicking the golden ring of his nipple causing him to shiver in delight. "I think this all shall do nicely, now to wait for my first petitioner," he chuckled, his eyes focusing on the door leading into the bathroom. Now all he had to do was wait, and Archie would soon come out to pay him a visit.

***

Stepping out of the shower, Archie grabbed a towel and dried himself off, groaning in relief as he'd managed to get the chill out. He did feel a bit guilty, realizing that he must've hogged the shower longer than he should have. "Shower's gonna be free in a moment, Max!" he shouted at the door, not quite looking at it yet as he dried off and got dressed. When he properly looked at the door, he froze as he didn't recognize the beautiful ebony door that stood in the doorway. It had several golden symbols etched into the wood, ones that he could not recognize in the least, and what he imagined was a solid gold doorknob. "What... the... hell?" he managed, looking at it in confusion.

Walking up to the door feeling a little intimidated, Archie turned the doorknob and pulled the door open. An oppressive warmth followed the door's opening, the room emanating an almost sandy dry feeling, one that opposed the dampness of the bathroom greatly. "M... Max... did you decide to redecorate?" Archie asked, his eyes nearly the size of dinner saucers as he stepped out onto a dense brick floor. The room echoed with the sound, very unlike the quiet bedroom he'd left a little while before.

In the time that he'd been gone, their room had apparently left the modern century and had lept back into the time of the pharaohs. Hieroglyphs lined the walls, showing images of some strange dragon creature having people wait in line before him. The floors and walls had become obsidian stonework, beautiful carved things that felt out of place here. Finally, a pedestal had been set in the room, upon which a golden lamp sat. "You've... got to be kidding me," Archie said, looking at the thing with a mix of revulsion and curiosity. "Max, how in the hell did you do all this? Is this some kinda sick joke?"

A deep chuckle echoed from behind Archie, causing him to turn around in shock and fear... but nobody stood there. "This is no joke, Archie, this is your chance to embrace everything you wish." The voice this time came from the direction of the pedestal, and when the man turned a second time he now saw a strange beast standing just behind the lamp. He... he was a dragon, it was impossible, Archie couldn't believe his eyes. The dragon's eyes glowed with a strange golden aura, his massive hands caressing the lamp, his smile promising things that Archie wasn't certain he wanted.

"Who are you? Where is Max," Archie said, hoping his words weren't quite as shaky as they felt. He wanted to run away, he recognized the lamp, and he hadn't forgotten the menace that had hung around it in the alley.

"Max has already had his wish granted," the genie purred, running a hand down his powerful chest with a seductive air. "Now, let us get to your wishes, Archie. What do you desire?" The genie walked around the pedestal, his lower half now bound with a skintight black fabric that hid his impressive manhood. He towered over the human, making Archie feel incredibly small by comparison.

The lamp appeared in the dragon's hand as he held it out towards Archie, enticing him to hold it, to make wishes. "No, where is Max?" Archie ground out, tearing his eyes away from the lustrous polish of the lamp. "I want my friend back, and then we're going to leave. I've read enough stories to know that you don't mess with a genie," he insisted, though even now he felt an itch at the back of his head, craving to reach out and touch the lamp.

The dragon smiled, slapping Archie on the shoulder, nearly knocking the human to the ground with the sheer strength of his arm. "I was Max, Archie, but I have become something greater. The lamp has unleashed my potential for powerful magic, and now I can grant wishes, any wishes at all!" He laughed as he made his legs vanish, taking on an appropriately wise look as he crossed his arms, making the lamp float in front of Archie. "Take it now, Archibald, and make any wish you desire." This time his voice echoed off of the walls, his eyes glowing brightly, his body radiating power.

"I... I hate being called Archibald," Archie murmured, but now he couldn't help but focus on the lamp as it hummed with power. Akanos' power radiating with the lamp made it irresistible to even the most stubborn of people, so he finally reached out and touched the lamp. It was like an electric current ran through him, nearly knocking the human to his knees.

"Three wishes I can grant you, human, ask for them, and they shall be," the dragon purred, his golden eyes focused on the human.

Holding the lamp was causing Archie's mind to reach for his deepest desires, it was beyond his ability to resist, he couldn't help but splutter out his first wish. "Genie, my first wish is that I want to be rich!" he spluttered, unable to hold back the words.

"As you wish it, holder of the lamp," Akanos purred, and then he snapped his fingers. Immediately pieces of golden jewelry appeared about Archie's person, his clothing becoming rich silks similar to Akanos' own, and his wallet suddenly bulged with cash. "All of your bank accounts are flush with cash, Archie, how does that make you feel?" he purred.

The granting of the wish stroked something deep inside of the human, he found himself growing erect as the lamp tempted the flame of need in him. "It feels... damn good," he moaned, looking down at the lamp with greed. He was unaware that it was focusing on him in much the same way, reaching deep into his mind, forming his greed into something usable. "My second wish..." he stared, groaning as he could see a plethora of wishes flow through his head, but one got pushed to the top. "I want to be... buff, manly, sexy." The words fell out, willed out by the lamp, harnessing an image that Archie couldn't quite grasp yet.

"Some might say that is three wishes, but I am a generous genie," Arkanos purred, grinning as he snapped his fingers once more. Archie gasped as his clothes started to tighten and rip at the seams, his muscles starting to bulge, his cock swelling with a sudden jerk, his underwear tearing as he grew several inches. "Looking quite sexy now, Archie." Arkanos' own cock was now out, the dragon enjoying the sight of his friend starting to succumb to the corruption of the lamp, even if he didn't know it.

A mirror formed before Archie, showing himself with longer hair, any imperfections had vanished, his skin now had a beautiful tan to it. His clothing nearly hung in tatters about his new muscles, he certainly wasn't nearly as large as the dragon, but he'd made serious improvements in a matter of seconds. He recognized that he should be ashamed about having his cock out like this... but at that moment, it really didn't matter, he still had one more wish. "My third wish..." The words were out so fast that Archie was shocked when he could shut his mouth, he realized that there was a wish coming he hadn't prepared.

Make the wish.

A voice resonated in his head, along with a wish that it wanted him to make, Archie knew that this would be a bad mistake. He shook his head, keeping his mouth shut tight as he attempted to release his hold on the lamp. "Come now, Archie, make your final wish," the dragon purred, playing with one of his nipples absently. Once more the human shook his head, desperately trying to release his grip on the lamp, but moment by moment the power of the lamp was swelling.

Archie recognized that if he made this wish, something bad would happen to him... but then the lamp's energy flashed through his mind, pulling on all of his greed, his lust, his desire. "My third wish... is make me perfect," the moment the words escaped his mouth, he smacked his hand over his mouth. "Wait, no!"

"Such a broad wish," Akanos chuckled, his eyes now blazing as he leaned down towards the human, a devious expression on his face. "Your wish is granted, my servant," he growled, snapping his fingers one last time. Archie's eyes went wide as he shook his head viciously in an attempt to shake off the magic, but it was no use as the genie's power was too strong.

The human's already muscular body morphed once more, his tanned skin being covered with a lustrous black material, sculpting his outline with lines of gold similar to those on Akanos' own body. "Stop it, I don't want this, you made me do this!" Archie's words didn't affect the changes though as his body grew several inches, his body filling out with more muscle, his cock being locked into a tight bulge that formed a golden A upon the surface as it locked up the man's erection. Despite his own efforts to fight the changes he couldn't help but moan as a tail grew out from above the man's swelling ass, wrapping around his legs as he started to straighten up. Grabbing at his skin didn't help Archief's struggles, the rubber stretching in his grasp, but not achieving anything as it merely squeaked and caused him quite a bit of pleasure.

"No, this isn't what I wanted, stop it, sto-" Archie's continued words were blocked out as the rubber slowly spread over his face, turning into a draconic visage as it formed into a blank face, his words cutting off mid-sentence. A pair of horns sprouted from Archie's head, not nearly as tall or as intimidating as Akanos', but a fine pair for a dragon. For a while the dragon struggled a bit more, clawing at where his mouth should be, stretching out the rubber, but as the moments passed by he slowly grew more still. The magic of the lamp worming its way into his head as it had with Akanos, but making this dragon subservient in comparison to Akanos.

The new dragon's arms slid behind his back, the lamp falling from his grasp only to float once more as he got into a proper obedient posture. His physique was powerful, masculine, a proper dragon to be sure... but one that was completely subservient to Akanos. He was a rubber drone, perfect for Akanos' needs. Of course, the dragon didn't rob him of his wishes, he was still quite powerful, and about his body were several golden pieces of jewelry that certainly made him a wealthy looking dragon. "What do you think, servant, are you perfect?" he moaned, his own erection now bobbing with need.

" Yes, my lord," the deep voice of the dragon responded, no mouth, at least not for the moment, but still capable of speaking. The dragon's mind had been molded as well to a perfectly obedient one, in short, the new dragon was perfect for Akanos' needs. " How shall I serve you, master?" the dragon drone asked, never dropping his posture, always with his powerful chest puffed out.

"First, I need you to help satisfy me, and then I think I shall send you out to start finding potential lamp wielders. We'll need to start helping as many people as we can, so many whose wishes go unfilled even as we speak," Akanos purred, watching as the dragon bowed deeply. A seam formed in the dragon's blank muzzle, allowing for his mouth to open and a serpentine tongue licked at the air. Akanos reformed his legs, stepping down, posturing himself so that his erection faced his new servant.

" Of course, lord Akanos." The dragon intoned, kneeling before his master before he started to service the larger dragon's cock, getting in on it and starting a rather impressive blowjob. Akanos purred, leaning back and enjoying the sensation as his lamp floated back into his hand. Only one person's darkest desires being filled wasn't enough, they would need to help more people... but for now, this would be a good start.

Gripping the dragon by his horns, Akanos growled as he started to mouth fuck the drone, growling as he slammed his powerful erection into the rubber throat of his servant. The drone didn't fight, just groaned in delight as he was fucked by his lord, the squeaking of rubber filling the echoing room. Akanos was rigid already, so it didn't take long for him to blow his load, the dragon drone gulping it down greedily before the genie stepped back, a moan escaping him. "Damn... that was a good first time... but, it could still be better," he chuckled, watching as the seam of the drone's mouth sealed shut.

" As you wish, my lord, I need to be perfect for you," the dragon said with a deep bow, the magic likely refining his technique even now. Akanos allowed himself to fade into the lamp, letting it nestle into the waiting hands of his servant. The room about them slowly started to turn back into its modern equivalent as the master and servant stepped out of the room, looking for the person whose wish Akanos would grant.