Your legs throb and feet ache as you walk across the lumpy soil of the jungle. Each step tromps through thick flowers, some heavier than others, all luminescent, like a sea at night reflecting stars above. With the canopy thick as a blanket, these flowers and the glowing tree bark are your only light. So thick are the flowers, you’ve stumbled more than once, on hidden rocks, dirt mounds, and the flowers themselves.

You lean against a glowing tree to rest, but you can’t take more than a moment. This jungle, beautiful as it is, has danger around every turn.

The magic jungle is a portion of this land soaked in strong magic. No one knows why this is, but the plants grow wild, sunlight or not, and magical creatures roam as if the laws of physics ceased to apply.

Outside the jungle magical creatures were often harmless. Not that they were weaker than their jungle counterparts, but the excess magic makes those in the jungle wilder, bolder. They’re known to take whatever pleases them as if they own all who enter the jungle.

A dangerous journey to make, but a fruitful one who can find artifacts here permeated with magic. You can sell what you find for a high price, but you have to tread lightly and quickly lest someone spot you and take an interest.

You’ve rested by the tree long enough, it’s time to—

You yelp as a force pulls you up. A pressure forms around your wrist like fluffy velvet, and a gust of red smoke pushes you from below into the high canopy, trailing around your legs until the fluffy silk wraps a seat around your hips.

“Say, now, what have we here?”

“A jinn!” you shout.

She floats above the thick branches, wisps trailing from her midnight-dark shining skin and soft garments. Past her balloon-round hips, her sunset-red skin-tight fabric trails into smoke, suggesting her garments more an illusion than anything real. She could have conjured up more covering, but the glittering ruby-like cover for her breasts conceals very little as she leans close to you from above, practically shoving her breasts into your face as she shimmies her butt in the air.

“And a darling little human,” she says, “lost but found.” Her dark hair trails down her back like an inky waterfall. She reaches a hand through it to your face, but you swat her away.

You know about jinn. They grant wishes. It takes a lot of magic, so outside the jungle they usually only do so in emergencies, and can rarely grant more than a few every decade. In the jungle, you doubt there’s any limit. You also doubt her intentions.

“Go away and leave me alone,” you say. You wave her foggy tail away from your hips and stand on the branch. “I’m not giving you whatever it is you want.”

Climbing down would be hard, but in this jungle there are ways to jump down safely. You look for a magical updraft or a safe landing spot, where the flowers are thick and bouncy enough to break your fall.

“Surely you have a wish I could grant,” the jinn says. You flinch back when she floats in front of you, but you lean forward when her wide eyes pulse with dark, warm colors. She speaks slowly in an inviting purr, “Let me grant your wishes.”

You stare into her eyes, rose and crimson rings like the last dying rays of sunset, backed by a midnight blue pulsing through your vision. She’s doing something—you can’t let her—but it takes only a moment for pleasure to buzz through your mind—you want to stare deeper, let this pleasure swallow your mind—

You can’t let her. You yank your gaze away and spin around, removing her from your vision, though the world shimmers as if those beautiful colors from her eyes seeped into your own. You blink them from your vision, but they’re slow to fade.

“You don’t want me to grant your wishes?” the jinn asks from behind.

Her voice cracks a little, and you feel you injured her pride. You didn’t mean to upset her. Maybe you could let her grant a wish—but no, she’s trying something, wasn’t she? You can’t trust the magical beings in this jungle.

You feel her foggy tail around your head. She pulls you around, an inexorable pull like a magnet, and soon she holds your chin in a cloud-soft yet sharp hand as you look back into the dazzling, pulsing eyes that you’re tempted to wish to look into.

“Then, you grant mine.”

You don’t understand what she means at first, but as you stare into her hypnotic eyes that confusion dissolves away.

You don’t need to understand what she means.

You just need to stare into her eyes and follow her every word.

As long as you stare into her eyes and submit to every word you will grant her wishes.

And you want to grant her wishes.

It would feel so good to grant her wishes.

Your body and mind will buzz and tingle with pleasure when you grant her wishes.

“I only really have one wish, my dear.” The jinn pulls you closer, nose-to-nose, her wide eyes filling your entire world.

She trails her foggy tail around you, the light touch tickling you into twitches before she slides her tail between your legs and squeezes your body, jerking you into spasms as your body surrenders to her grip.

“And the best way to make you grant it”—she slides an arm around you and squeezes you against her chest, and she sways her floating hips against yours, grinding her foggy tail deeper between your legs—“is to make you just as horny as I am.”

She pulls you into a kiss, squeezing your lips together as she squeezes the grip on your chin tighter. Your head buzzes as your mind short-circuits, twitching in the growing grip of her foggy body around you as your mind falls into the fog of her control. She slides her tongue around yours and pulls you tighter against her lips, deeper into her dream. The world melts into the pulsing colors of her eyes; even though she broke eye contact, her eyes are all you can see.

When she pulls out from the kiss your tongue hangs out, mouth locked in a wide grin. Pleasure is throbbing through your mind, wiping away thoughts of anything but granting this silky, voluptuous jinn all her sensual wishes.

She directs your gaze back into her pulsing eyes, locking your mind deeper into the pleasure of her control.

“I must think by now my wish is your only wish, as well.”

Your legs hang as the jinn lifts you into the air, her silken body sliding thicker and tighter around you, squeezing your legs, binding your arms, and stroking your head. Her tail curls behind you, forming a silky-cloud bed as she pushes you down, looming over you and dominating your space.

“You’re utterly enthralled with me, after all,” she whispers.

Her voice echoes around you and in you, your entire world wrapped up in her, mind bound to her lustful control. Your body staggers between limp relaxation and tight twitches. Your gasping breaths grow ragged as the jinn presses into you closer, tighter, sliding her body between your legs, thrusting practically her entire soft, pliant hips between your thighs.

“So give me what I want,” she purrs, “and I’ll give you what you desire, what your mind is now obsessed with.”

You gasp as she pulls your desires out of you, drawing them into herself, as she flows her own desires into you. The pressure of her hypnotic spell builds over your mind, squeezing tighter and heavier. She thrusts a hypnotic pulse through you and your thoughts spill out of your mind. You gasp as all the pressure releases, emptying your mind of all but her hypnotic lust.

She chuckles as she strokes your limp body, wrapped tight in her foggy form.

“Humans are so fun to play with, but so weak, too.” She sighs. “I thought you would be able to grant my wish for much longer than that, my dear.” She kisses your lips, thrusting her tongue nearly down your throat, while she curls her body around your back and slides against you. “Well, no matter. I still have a luscious human body I can release the rest of my energy with.”

Yet in this magic jungle, saturated in mana soaking its magical beings, the energy is ever-flowing and never-ending, its magic denizens forever-horny.