Thread: Ameira Engel x Hawkril) What cube?

Cyrus. listulistulistu My name? The woman almost appeared surprised by the question, her cerulean eyes staring at him curiously before she breathed a soft little sigh, though she wasn't disappointed. In fact, she was almost pleased that for once, a master appeared interested in knowing her name so quickly. You must be one of the first who've come to ask me that question so soon... My name is Cyrus. Her eyes dulled a little afterwards, but it wasn't too long before they sparked into another interested gaze, watching the man's hands travel toward a small and barely apparent buldge poking out from the front of his pants. For a moment, her lips shaped a small 'o' as if faking surprise but of course, she was anything but. Naturally, she had expected the man to get an erection so soon, it was only the size of it that had surprised her, and the pants' restraint had done very little to help. I see you have a small friend there, hm? She giggled, a delightful sound. Gently and playfully, with the tip of her forefinger she would poke at the small buldge in his pants. Then despite all the fabric between her skin and his, immediately he would have felt a brief surge of warmth flow through out his penis, a pleasurable sensation that would probably make him shiver at least before it disappeared shortly after she pulled away. Other than please him for those few short seconds, her touch wouldn't have done anything else. It had simply been a small side effect of her physical contact, whether it be direct or indirect, that she could activate at any time so long as she pleased. One of the many perks of being a sexual genie. It's almost a shame, but I suppose we could fix that in due time. Sighing again, she picked up the rubik's cube that had landed at Justin's feet when he first dropped it before righting herself up in a stand, towering over him as he remained sitting on the ground after his previous fall. Her eyes focused on the small toy, feigning interest as she began to switch one of the sides, ruining all four faces. In her hands it wouldn't do anything at all, fortunately, so she remained safe. Only in Justin's hands while he held the will to return her to her 'prison' and home would it ever pull her in again until the next time it was solved. Cyrus shrugged her shoulders, keeping the rubik's cube in her grasp while sitting herself onto the very edge of his desk a few feet away. I've been called many things through out the years. A witch, the devil, once I was even called a monster. She sighed for yet the third time, switching the cube into one hand while she faked a hurt expression, closing her eyes and setting her right cheek in the palm of her hand, resting her head. It's really terrible, I don't believe I'm any of those things. People can be so cruel Opening her eyes, the expression quickly fell and she smiled, chuckling. She tossed him the rubik's cube. But I suppose I'm what your people call a jinn or genie, but I'm of a special kind. In lameman's terms, I'm a sort of... 'sexual' genie, most of my magic specializes in sexual activity or transformations, and other things... nearly anything you can think of that might contribute to a pleasurable experience, I suppose. I am, however, allowed to grant what your kind would consider a 'normal' sort of wish. Otherwise, you're number of wishes is virtually unlimited. Pausing, Cyrus looked up toward the ceiling and brought a finger to her lips, looking throughtful as if she forgot to mention something. I believe that's about it Finally, her eyes focused again on Justin and she smiled, or rather smirked, tucking both her arms underneath her breasts and making them bounce a little, just for a second or two. She would have crossed them over her chest instead, but that really wouldn't have been comfortable given their size, and she knew well enough to realize he loved looking at them. She couldn't blame him, they were outstanding, if she did say so herself. She laughed, then poked around in his mind for a moment only to find his name. Everything else she made sure to keep herself out of, it was always much more fun to guess but she didn't plan on wasting her breath simply to ask his name. So... Justin, correct? Or would you rather me call you my master? She restrained herself from scowling, oh how she hated it when she was required to call a man or woman her master, even though, according to the rules, they were and whether or not she called them so was up to them. She was, however, required to ask. She hated those rules... Do you plan on sitting on the floor like that all day? She continued to keep her tiny little smirk, seeing as how he hadn't yet risen up from the ground. Had he been so stunned he forgot to stand? She found it funny, and chuckled softly. It's a bit odd that I have to look down at you for so long. listulistulistu