“Are you sure it’s safe to spend the night in this jungle?” You look down to the glowing flower fields below. Your friend didn’t want to sleep on the jungle floor, so bright were those magical flowers. You half-expect them to be dangerous anyway given the jungle’s reputation.

“Of course it’s safe.”

Your goth friend Melanie leans back on the branch as if it were a comfy bed. At least the trees grow big enough that the branch is the size of a bed. Still, she lay there as if you aren’t suspended on a hanging piece of wood higher than most towers you’ve seen. You often feel her confidence is more overconfidence, but she her attitude scares you too much to say it.

“What about all the magical creatures said to roam the jungle?” you ask. “This place is so saturated in magic they’re said to be really powerful.”

“That’s not what they say,” Melanie says. “They have access to power, but they’re not really more powerful. All that magic really does is make them really horny.”

Right. You heard that, too. That doesn’t exactly make you more comfortable.

“If any show up, just punch them in the face,” Melanie says. “Establish superiority, then they’ll be really subby and won’t try to be dominant.”

You cover your mouth when you’re about to quip how that’s usually how things go for Melanie. It’s an open secret among your friends that her tough façade hides the fact a simple pat on the head is enough to bring her to her knees, but she would probably tie up anyone who would dare suggest it—unless they gave her the headpat first.

“Just get some sleep so we can get out of here tomorrow,” Melanie mutters.

You guess she’s right. There’s not really a record of the jungle being strictly dangerous, at least not deadly. You lean against the tree trunk and shut your eyes to sleep.

You feel a soft wind, almost like a fluffy breeze of silk, and you open your eyes. You gasp and jerk back against the tree when you see the jinn floating before you, smiling and leaning closer to you. Most of her gleaming body is exposed, her breasts nearly spilling from a low top, and her long hair wisps around you as if she made her own breeze. She leans so far forward that her butt rises behind her, plump enough to suffocate you, while the rest of her body snakes in the air like wisps curling around you.

“Uhh—M-Melanie?” You look past the jinn to your friend, who makes no movement. The jinn moves between you.

“I’m sick of talking about it,” Melanie says. “I’m not saying another word until morning.”

“Um.” You try to back up further but you’re flat against the tree.

“Don’t worry, my handsome human,” the jinn says, “I’m not going to hurt you.” She giggles as she slides a hand under your chin. You feel a soft tail creep around your shoulders, her silken smoke sliding under your shirt. “I would just like to proposition such a pretty human for a nice night. Oh, you see, this jungle is so saturated with magic, we jinn are in constant heat, and in constant need for stimulation, and”—her voice gradually drops to a whisper as she moves closer to your ear—“you’re such a perfectly attractive human that I just waaant to get in your pants.”

Your body flushes at how close she is and almost starts to demand you take her up on the offer. You whimper.

“N-No, no-n—no, thank you,” you say, “not to—” Saying not tonight sounds like you’re welcome to it another time, which is more open than you want to be.

“Don’t be shyyy, human,” the jinn says. Your eyes open wider as the jinn’s fill with new colors, pulsing rings in dazzling hues that seem to pour through your vision and soak through your mind. “I have the perfect way to make you so eager and willing.”

Your mind tries to tell you that something’s wrong, but all those thoughts disperse as an overwhelming, agonizing need surges through your body. Every time the jinn sweeps a soft hand on your skin or seeps her smoky tail under your clothes that need surges harder. The jungle collapses into a swirling display of dazzling colors. It’s hard to remember where you are as the jinn fills your head.

“You seeee, we jinn are in constant heat in this jungle.” She presses closer against you. You slide along the tree until your body lays on the branch, allowing the jinn to squeeze her body over you as her eyes continue to deluge your mind with dazzling colors. “So we’ve developed a way to put cute, little, hapless humans into deep, consuming hypno heat.”

That is what it feels like, as your mind is twisted under the battering flood of colors. All you can think about is the jinn, her tight body pressed against yours, her hands gripping you, her soft tail and smoke as she slides under your clothes and squeezes over your skin.

You can’t deny that you’ve fallen into hypno heat. There are no other thoughts dripping through your melting mind. Your body twitches with need, mind spiraling through lust. You need the jinn, need her to—to—

She kisses your lips, moaning as she squeezes herself tighter into your crotch, her wide hips soft like a firm water balloon.

Her arms slide around you, wrap around you longer than they should. Her silken tail wraps around you, slides under your clothes in squeezing coils. Do you even have a shirt on anymore? Clothing is a distant memory that crumbles under the mountain avalanche of hypno heat weighing your mind under the jinn’s spell. Your skin is exposed, but the jinn presses her body so much around you that hardly a wisp of air touches you as the jinn envelops you in her lust, rubs and strokes and grips and sways and you with her body, her body with yours, a vortex of hypno heat whisking you to mindless lust.

She couldn’t control herself if she wanted to, so constant is she in heat.

She can control you just fine, though, building your hypno heat higher until your wide eyes pulse like a storm of hypnotic colors, gasping mouth grinning open wide as your tongue hangs out.

“Yeeeesss,” the jinn says, her own voice breathy and wavering, “I’m in endless heeeat out here, so let me encase your mind into endless hypno heat so we can be in endless heat together.”

She squeezes you in her arms and lifts you off the branch, her thick twisting body wrapped around you in coils. She holds your face in her hands and kisses you before turning away with a grin.

“But one helpless human lost in hypno heat isn’t an endless fount of satisfaction.”

The jinn floats to Melanie, who still lays back on the branch. She carries you with her, moans escaping her throat as she pulls you around her and rubs her breasts and butt against your face and legs. She taps Melanie on the face.

“Wake uuup, my deeear,” she says among breaths.

Melanie’s fist flies at the jinn, but she catches it in a hand. She curls her fingers around Melanie’s as she slides her other hand down her arm to her chin. Melanie shouts as she swings her other fist.

“Get away fro . . .” Her eyes open, Melanie stares as her pupils shrink and eyes fill with the cyclone of colors that eroded your own mind. Her fist falls away.

“Don’t be so feisty, my dear, why not melt into hypno heat like your friend and we can all lose ourselves in the ecstasy of hypnotic lust.”

Melanie mumbles as the jinn lifts her off the branch, all the while continuing to use your body to stimulate hers. She grins as she pulls Melanie against her.

“Good girl.”

It’s enough to immediately send Melanie over the edge, and she grins as wide as you as the jinn tangles you body in her magical, lustful body.