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A Recipe for Love

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Genie’s magic-free cooking attempt ends in chaos, but Maya’s laughter and love turn it into a moment of connection. Together, they create an imperfect meal, proving love makes everything perfect.

Maya had been in the kitchen for nearly an hour. Genie had searched the palace high and low for her, calling her name in all his usual spots. He was about to try the gardens when he caught the soft hum of her voice floating down the corridor. He followed the sound, peeking into the doorway to find her standing at the counter, completely absorbed in her cooking. She was singing—just a little tune to herself, her voice light and warm like sunshine.

Genie leaned against the marble-topped island that served as the centerpiece of the kitchen and watched her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He loved seeing her like this, fully in her element. Cooking had always been one of Maya’s favorite ways to unwind. It wasn’t about necessity or duty—it was her way of creating something meaningful with her own two hands.

He knew the palace staff often looked uneasy when she came into the kitchen. After all, Maya wasn’t just anyone. She was a goddess, a protector of the realm, and an honorary member of the royal family. They thought she had no place near the pots and pans. But Maya, being Maya, had insisted time and again that cooking wasn’t beneath her. Over time, she’d worn them down, convincing them to let her have her space.

Genie adored the meals she made. They weren’t extravagant like the elaborate dishes prepared for the Sultan’s table, but they were real—flavors filled with love, effort, and just a little sprinkle of her magic touch. Genie didn’t need to eat, not in the same way humans did, but he still cherished every bite of her cooking. More than the food itself, it was the act of sharing it with her that made it special.

From his spot at the island, he watched the way she moved. There was a rhythm to it, as though she were dancing while she worked. Her hands moved with ease, slicing vegetables, stirring a pot, sprinkling spices with a graceful flick of her wrist. The light from the kitchen window caught the soft glow of her skin, and her brown hair framed her face in a way that made his heart do a funny little flip.

“Something smells amazing,” Genie said, his voice warm and playful.

Maya glanced over her shoulder, a small smile curving her lips when she saw him. “You’re biased,” she teased lightly, her voice as soothing as the scent of the stew simmering on the stove.

“Maybe,” he admitted, resting his chin in his hand, “but I’m also right.”

They fell into easy conversation as she worked, Genie offering the occasional joke or comment that earned him a quiet laugh. He felt like the luckiest being in existence just to be here, sharing something as simple as this moment with her. She was radiant, even when her hands were dusted with flour and her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the stove.

The way she poured herself into even the smallest task fascinated him. She wasn’t just cooking—she was putting her heart into every movement, every choice of seasoning, every taste test. It was so her to give her all, even in the simplest of things. He loved that about her.

As she bent over to taste the stew, stirring the pot with care, an idea struck him like lightning.

He wanted to do something for her. Something special. Something that didn’t involve a flick of his fingers or a flash of magic. No shortcuts. No tricks. Just him. He wanted to show her, with effort and heart, just how much she meant to him.

The thought made him sit up straighter, excitement bubbling in his chest. Yes, he’d do it. He’d make her a meal, completely on his own. No magic, no genie powers. Just his hands, his effort, and his love.

Of course, as he glanced around the kitchen, his confidence wavered slightly. Cooking didn’t exactly come naturally to him. Pots, pans, and knives were foreign tools, and recipes felt like puzzles he’d never attempted. But that didn’t matter. For Maya, he would figure it out.

His heart raced with anticipation as he sat there, watching her add a pinch of something fragrant to the pot and hum to herself. He couldn’t wait to see her face when he surprised her.

The next day, just before noon, Genie headed to the palace kitchen with a determined stride. He politely but firmly asked the staff to give him some time alone. At first, they looked skeptical—after all, Genie in the kitchen didn’t exactly inspire confidence—but his warm smile and insistence eventually won them over. They reluctantly left him to his mission: preparing a meal for himself and Maya.

Once the kitchen was all his, Genie spent nearly forty minutes just trying to decide on a recipe. He flipped through cookbooks, scanned ingredient lists, and even tried sniffing a few spices for inspiration. He needed something that wasn’t too difficult (he wasn’t entirely sure how ovens worked), didn’t require too many ingredients (he wasn’t that confident), but would still impress Maya.

Eventually, he settled on chicken tagine—a flavorful, aromatic dish he remembered Maya loving—and msemen, a flaky flatbread, for dessert. The combination seemed perfect: a little ambitious but not impossible. Or so he thought.

What followed was nothing short of chaos.

Within minutes, the kitchen was transformed into a disaster zone. Genie tried chopping vegetables, but they ended up in uneven chunks, some barely diced while others were massive, lopsided wedges. The spices he added were… experimental at best. The dough for the msemen seemed promising until it somehow stuck to his hands, the counter, and, inexplicably, his face.

By the time the tagine reached the stove, he’d spilled more sauce on the floor than in the pot. And when he accidentally turned the flame too high, a small fire erupted. Genie yelped, waving his hands in panic. In his rush to extinguish it, he knocked over a bowl, which shattered loudly, adding to the growing carnage. Flour was everywhere—on the counters, the floor, and even the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Maya hadn’t seen Genie all morning. He had told her the night before that he had a surprise planned for lunch, and she’d been looking forward to it ever since. But as the hours passed, her curiosity turned to concern. Where was he? She checked the garden, the library, and even the lamp room, but there was no sign of him.

Her search finally brought her to the kitchen, where a muffled boom echoed from behind the marble archway. Startled, Maya quickened her pace. She stepped under the arch and froze.

The sight before her was… overwhelming.

The tagine on the stove was very clearly on fire. Sauce puddled across the floor like a miniature river. Vegetables were strewn haphazardly across the marble counters, some dangling precariously from the edges. The msemen dough sat in a sad, shapeless lump on the table, looking like it had given up on life.

And then there was Genie.

He stood in the center of the chaos, utterly defeated. His usually vibrant blue skin was dusted with flour, giving him the appearance of a ghost. There was even flour smudged on his forehead, as if he’d wiped his face without thinking. He held a spoon in one hand and a dish towel in the other, both looking just as battered as he did.

“Genie… what on earth are you doing?” she asked, her tone caught between disbelief and amusement.

At the sound of her voice, Genie spun around, his eyes wide with panic. He had known she’d find out eventually, but thiswasn’t how he’d wanted it to happen. Certainly not with flour dusting his cheeks and his grand plan quite literally going up in smoke. His mind raced, scrambling to come up with an excuse, anything to distract her from the disaster he’d created.

“I—uh—I was just… experimenting!” he stammered, waving a spoon in the air like it might ward off her questions. A puff of flour flew from his shoulder as he moved, making the scene even more ridiculous.

Maya stared at him for a moment, and then, to his surprise, her expression softened. Her lips quirked upward, and before he could say another word, she started to laugh—a soft, warm sound that filled the room, melting away his anxiety. It was the kind of laugh that made everything feel lighter, no matter how much of a mess he’d made.

Genie blinked, his confusion written all over his flour-dusted face. “Wait… you’re not mad?”

“Of course not,” she replied, still chuckling as she stepped closer, careful not to slip on the sauce pooling on the floor. “But… what are you doing? And why does it look like a food war broke out in here?”

Genie hesitated, glancing around the kitchen as if seeing the chaos for the first time. He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as he admitted, “I wanted to cook something for you. Without magic. I thought… you know, it would mean more that way. But…” He gestured helplessly to the disaster around him. “I kind of… failed. Miserably.”

Maya’s laughter softened into a warm smile as she closed the distance between them. “Oh, Genie,” she said, her voice full of affection. She reached up and gently wiped a streak of flour off the tip of his nose with her thumb, her touch so tender that his breath caught in his throat. “You didn’t fail. You just… got a little carried away.”

Genie huffed, still looking dejected. “I wanted to impress you. You deserve something special, and I thought… I don’t know, maybe for once, I could do something amazing without just snapping my fingers.”

Her smile grew, and she leaned in to kiss him softly, her lips brushing his with the kind of sweetness that made his heart flutter. “You don’t need to impress me,” she murmured against his lips. “I already think you’re amazing.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, she pulled back and glanced around the kitchen with a knowing smirk. With a snap of her fingers, the room transformed. The flour vanished from every surface, the spilled sauce was gone, and the vegetables neatly arranged themselves back into their bowls. Even the tagine, which had been seconds away from complete ruin, returned to a gentle simmer on the stove, looking as though nothing had ever gone wrong.

Genie blinked in astonishment. “That’s cheating,” he said, though there was no real complaint in his voice.

“Maybe,” Maya teased, giving him a playful nudge. “But you looked like you could use a little help.”

Genie crossed his arms, still reluctant. “I wanted to do it without magic.”

“Then let’s do it together,” she offered, her smile bright and encouraging. “I’ll teach you. No magic this time, I promise.”

He hesitated, clearly unsure, but the sparkle in her eyes was impossible to resist. “You’re really going to trust me in the kitchen again after this?”

Maya laughed, taking his hand and pulling him toward the counter. “I trust you with far more than this, Genie. Now, come on. Let’s start with the vegetables. And this time, try to cut them smaller than your fist.”

She moved to stand behind him, reaching around to adjust the way he was holding the knife. Her hands brushed against his, warm and steady, as she guided his fingers into the proper position. Genie froze for a moment—not because he was uncomfortable, but because her closeness was utterly distracting in the best way. He could feel the soft tickle of her breath against his neck and catch the faint scent of her perfume, a mix of jasmine and something uniquely her.

“Maya, I don’t think vegetables have ever made me this nervous,” he joked, his voice tinged with playful nervousness as he struggled to focus on anything other than her presence.

She chuckled softly, her tone light and teasing. “Oh, come on. You’ve faced dragons, curses, and cranky sultans. Surely you can handle a zucchini.”

Their eyes met briefly as she glanced over his shoulder, her gaze warm and encouraging. Genie felt a nervous grin spread across his face, his cheeks flushing a faint shade of blue. Her expression, on the other hand, was calm and confident, with just a hint of mischief.

“You’ve got this,” she murmured, stepping back slightly to let him try on his own.

He concentrated, gripping the knife with exaggerated care. The first slice wasn’t terrible, though the chunk was still a little large. By the second attempt, he was feeling braver—until Maya leaned in again, her hand brushing his wrist as she pointed to the cutting board.

“Smaller, Genie,” she said, and the touch sent a pleasant jolt through him. He lost focus for a second and nearly dropped the knife.

“Right! Smaller. Got it,” he mumbled, pretending to recover quickly.

Maya stepped back again, crossing her arms and watching him with a soft smile. But her composure didn’t last long when Genie moved on to the eggs. He picked one up, holding it delicately for a moment before attempting to crack it against the edge of the bowl. Except, instead of breaking the shell cleanly, he used too much force and crushed the egg entirely, yolk and shell dripping through his fingers.

For a second, there was stunned silence. Then Maya burst out laughing, her voice rich and warm. “Genie, you’re supposed to crack the egg, not destroy it!”

He looked at the gooey mess in his hands and groaned dramatically. “It’s a skill, really. Total destruction with a single tap. Not everyone can do this.”

Still laughing, Maya stepped forward and reached for his hands. Her fingers wrapped gently around his, guiding him to the sink to clean up. Once his hands were rinsed, she picked up another egg and placed it in his palm. Standing close again, she held his hands with hers and demonstrated how to tap the egg lightly, letting him feel the right amount of pressure.

“See? Gentle,” she said softly, her fingers lingering over his just a little longer than necessary.

Genie glanced down at their intertwined hands and then back at her, his expression softening. “You make it look so easy,” he said, his voice quieter now.

She smiled, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, the rest of the kitchen faded away. There was only her—her steady hands, her encouraging smile, and the warmth that radiated from her every time she looked at him.

When it came time to knead the dough for the msemen, Genie was determined to get it right. He rolled up his sleeves (metaphorically), but as soon as he placed his hands on the dough, it was clear he had no idea what he was doing. The dough stuck to his palms and refused to cooperate, and he let out a frustrated groan.

“Okay, this stuff has it out for me,” he said, glaring at the sticky mass.

Maya couldn’t help but laugh again. “Here, let me show you.”

She moved to his side, slipping her hands over his to guide his movements. “You’ve got to be firm but gentle,” she said, her voice soft as she pressed his hands into the dough. “It’s all about the right rhythm.”

Their fingers worked together, kneading and folding, and Genie couldn’t help but notice how her hands fit so perfectly with his. Her touch was warm and grounding, and her presence was enough to make him forget all about his earlier disasters.

As they worked, their hands stayed intertwined longer than necessary. When Maya glanced up at him, their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them felt charged with something unspoken. Her gaze was filled with warmth and love, and Genie could feel the intensity of his own emotions reflected in her expression.

“You’re amazing,” he said suddenly, his voice sincere.

Maya tilted her head slightly, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. “It’s just kneading dough, Genie,” she replied, her tone light but her smile shy.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Not just this. Everything. You’re incredible at everything you do. The way you make the simplest moments feel like magic.”

Her blush deepened, and she ducked her head slightly, her smile widening as she looked down at the dough. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said quietly, her voice full of affection.

Genie chuckled, feeling his earlier frustration melt away. Together, they continued kneading the dough, their laughter and shared warmth filling the kitchen. For Genie, it wasn’t just about learning to cook anymore. It was about being here with her, in this moment, and realizing that no magic in the world could ever compare to the love they shared.

After more than an hour of work, they finally stood side by side, surveying their finished creation. The kitchen, once a chaotic battlefield of flour, sauce, and broken eggs, now gleamed clean and orderly. In the center of the counter sat their dish, carefully plated and ready to be served.

It wasn’t perfect. The vegetables were unevenly chopped, some pieces far too big while others were comically tiny. The sauce, while fragrant, was slightly too runny, pooling around the base of the dish instead of clinging to the chicken the way it should. But as they stood there, taking it all in, neither could hold back a laugh.

“Well,” Genie said, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, “it’s… not exactly Sultan’s table material, huh?”

Maya shook her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe not. But you know what? It’s ours. And I love it.”

Genie tilted his head, studying the dish with mock skepticism. “You sure you don’t want me to—” He twirled his fingers in the air, his hand glowing faintly blue. “Just a tiny bit of magic. I could thicken the sauce, polish those veggies up a bit—”

Maya cut him off with a playful swat to his arm. “No, Genie. It’s perfect.”

He blinked at her, clearly unconvinced. “Perfect? Maya, it’s lopsided. The sauce looks like soup. And I’m pretty sure that one carrot is glaring at me.”

She laughed, leaning into him slightly. “It’s perfect because it’s imperfect. You didn’t need magic for this—you made it with effort, with heart. That’s what matters. That’s what makes it special.”

Genie stared at her for a moment, her words sinking in. Her sincerity, the way she looked at him with such unwavering affection, made his chest tighten in that familiar way it always did when she said something that completely disarmed him.

“Okay,” he said softly, his lips curving into a warm smile. “If you say so.”

They carried their creation to the small table near the window, where sunlight spilled across the room in golden streaks. Genie pulled out a chair for Maya with an exaggerated flourish, making her laugh as she sat down. He settled across from her, his usual boundless energy momentarily quieted by the intimate moment they were about to share.

Genie took a deep breath and picked up his fork, eyeing the dish like it might fight back. “Alright. Here goes nothing,” he said dramatically before taking his first bite.

He froze, his eyes widening in surprise. “Huh.”

Maya raised an eyebrow, watching him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Huh? What does ‘huh’ mean? Is it bad?”

Genie shook his head quickly, holding up a hand to stop her from jumping to conclusions. “No, no, it’s… actually pretty good!” He took another bite, nodding as he chewed. “Better than I thought, anyway. Definitely not a total disaster.”

Maya laughed, her shoulders relaxing as she picked up her own fork. “See? I told you it would be fine.” She took a bite herself and let out a hum of approval. “You did good, Genie. Really good.”

Her smile was warm, but it was the look in her eyes that made Genie’s heart swell. It wasn’t just pride—it was love, deep and unwavering, for the effort he’d put into something he didn’t even need to do.

“Thanks,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. “But it wasn’t just me. You made this fun. You make everythingbetter.”

Maya’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down at her plate, a small smile playing at her lips. “Thank you,” she murmured. Then, lifting her gaze back to him, she added, “Thank you for loving me the way you do. For always putting so much of yourself into… everything.”

Genie felt his chest tighten again, the warmth of her words wrapping around him like a soft embrace. He reached across the table and took her hand in his, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles.

“I’d do it all a hundred times over for you,” he said, his voice full of quiet sincerity.

Maya’s smile widened, and they sat there for a moment, the food momentarily forgotten as they simply enjoyed the warmth of each other’s company. It wasn’t about the meal or the mess they’d made getting there. It was about this—this quiet, shared moment of love and gratitude, as imperfect and beautiful as the dish they’d created together.

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I'm hopelessly devoted to you

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya turns a quiet night into a passionate display of love, leaving Genie breathless and utterly hers.

Warning: Smut, oral fixation, body worship, teasing, edging, size kink, overstimulation, power dynamics, intimate praise, light dominance, aftercare, sensual teasing.

Genie couldn’t quite understand why Maya had chosen not to attend the grand celebration happening in the heart of Agrabah that evening. She usually loved these kinds of events, always eager to join in the festivities and soak in the vibrant energy of the city. He had stood by the window, watching as Aladdin, Jasmine, and their friends laughed and waved, disappearing into the lively streets. Just as he was about to join them, Maya had taken his hand, her touch gentle but firm, and led him back to their room.

“Maya?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. “What’s going on? You’re not one to skip a good party. Did something happen?”

She didn’t answer, only giving him a small, knowing smile as they stepped inside. The room was quiet, serene even, illuminated only by the soft flicker of a few candles and the gentle glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. Genie paused in the doorway, his brow furrowed as he looked around.

“Okay, what’s this about?” he asked, his tone suspicious but playful. He gestured to the room. “Candles, moonlight—did I forget some kind of anniversary? Because, trust me, I would’ve gone all out if I did.”

Maya turned to him, her expression unreadable but her eyes full of warmth. Without a word, she closed the distance between them, her hands sliding up to cradle his face. Before Genie could utter another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss was soft at first, a tender brush of her lips against his, but it quickly deepened. It was slow and deliberate, filled with a longing that made Genie’s chest tighten. Her touch was firm yet gentle, her passion undeniable. It was the kind of kiss that made the world outside disappear, leaving only the two of them.

When she finally pulled away, Genie blinked, stunned, his cheeks tinged with a faint blue hue. He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice.

“Uh… not that I’m complaining,” he said, his lips curling into a sheepish grin, “but you’ve got some serious explaining to do, Miss Moonlight-and-Candles. What’s all this about?”

Maya smiled, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “Do I need a reason to kiss the man I love?”

Genie’s heart did a somersault at her words, and his grin softened into something more genuine. “Well, no, but a guy likes a little heads-up before being swept off his feet.”

“You’re always the one doing the sweeping,” she replied, her voice soft but teasing. “Tonight, I wanted to remind you how much you mean to me. No distractions, no grand parties—just us.”

For once, Genie found himself speechless. He stared at her, his usually lively expression softened by the weight of her words. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

“Okay,” he said, his voice warm and full of affection. “You’ve officially rendered me a puddle of blue mush. But hey, I’m not complaining. This…” He gestured around the room, then cupped her face gently. “This is perfect.”

Maya smiled, leaning into his touch. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me tonight, Genie.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he murmured before kissing her again, this time letting himself get lost in her touch and the quiet intimacy of the moment.

As they pulled apart, she tilted her head with a teasing smile, her lips curving just enough to spark curiosity. “And…” she dragged out the word, biting her lip in a way that made his heart skip. “This is only the beginning.”

Before Genie could respond, she placed both hands on his chest and gave him a firm push. Completely caught off guard, he stumbled backward, landing flat on the bed with a bounce that sent his ponytail flipping into his face. He sputtered, brushing it aside as he looked up at her, wide-eyed.

Now, he was starting to get where this was going.

Maya stood by the bed, smiling down at him with a playfulness that sent a shiver down his spine. She straddled him, her thighs resting on either side of his torso as she settled herself above him. Her long hair spilled over one shoulder, framing her face as she leaned down slightly, her eyes locking onto his with a gaze so filled with love it made Genie’s chest tighten.

He stared up at her, utterly captivated. Even after all the time they’d spent together, he still couldn’t believe how lucky he was that someone as incredible as Maya loved him so fiercely. His heart felt like it could burst from the sheer weight of her affection.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but carrying so much conviction that it left him momentarily speechless.

Maya brought her hand to his face, her fingers brushing against his cheek. She traced his goatee with her thumb, the touch so soft it sent shivers down his spine. “But you don’t always see it,” she added, her tone turning gentle, almost serious. “You’re so quick to undervalue yourself, Genie. You’re always putting me first, always taking care of me.”

Her words hit him like a warm embrace, and Genie swallowed hard, feeling his throat tighten with emotion. “Maya…”

She shook her head slightly, silencing him with a tender smile. “No,” she said firmly, her fingers still caressing his face. “Tonight, it’s my turn to take care of you.”

The sincerity in her voice left Genie utterly disarmed. He stared up at her, the usual quips and jokes that came so naturally to him forgotten in the face of her unwavering love. For once, he let himself fully believe her words, letting the moment wash over him like a wave.

Maya leaned in slowly, her eyes locked on Genie’s. The soft glow of the candles and moonlight painted her features, highlighting the warm flush in her cheeks and the way her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Her breath mingled with his as the space between them disappeared. Gently, she captured his lips with her own, her touch as light as a whisper.

The kiss started tenderly, almost delicate, as if she were savoring the simple joy of being so close to him. Her lips moved against his with a soft, unhurried rhythm, conveying all the warmth and affection she felt. For a moment, time seemed to pause, the world outside their room fading away until there was nothing but the two of them.

Genie responded slowly at first, letting himself sink into the moment. His large hands instinctively rested on her hips, his thumbs gently brushing against the fabric of her dress. She was hovering above him, straddling him with a natural grace that sent his heart racing. He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin material, and it made his pulse quicken.

As the kiss lingered, it deepened. Maya’s lips parted slightly, and her tongue grazed his lower lip, teasing him with a feather-light touch. A soft, involuntary sound escaped him, low and appreciative, as he opened his mouth for her. She wasted no time, her tongue slipping past his lips and into the warmth of his mouth, seeking him out in a slow, deliberate exploration.

Genie’s eyes fluttered closed as he gave himself over to the sensation. Her kiss was confident yet gentle, passionate yet controlled. It was as if she wanted to draw out every second, to leave no part of him untouched by her affection. He responded eagerly, his lips moving against hers with equal fervor, his tongue meeting hers in a slow, sensual dance.

Her hands slid up from his chest, her fingers tracing the strong line of his shoulders before tangling themselves lightly in his dark hair. She tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss even further, her lips molding perfectly against his. Genie let out a quiet groan, his hands tightening their grip on her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Maya smiled against his lips, a playful yet tender expression he could feel even with his eyes closed. She shifted her weight slightly, pressing herself more firmly against him as the kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Yet there was still an unspoken restraint, an unhurried intention in her movements, as if she wanted to savor him—every kiss, every touch, every moment.

Genie’s hands began to wander, sliding from her hips to the small of her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her body with a reverence that made her shiver. She broke the kiss for just a moment, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as she gazed down at him, her eyes alight with both love and desire.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice husky and low. His hands stilled on her back as if grounding himself in the reality of her presence.

Maya’s lips curved into a soft smile. She leaned down again, brushing her lips lightly over his, teasing him before whispering, “I’m just getting started.”

Her words sent a thrill through him, and he felt his heart race as she captured his lips once more, her kiss this time deeper, more consuming. Every movement was slow and deliberate, like a melody meant to be savored note by note. Genie let out a quiet hum of approval, his fingers tightening their hold on her as he surrendered completely to her touch. The world outside disappeared again, leaving nothing but the quiet intimacy of the moment and the electric connection between them.

After deeply kissing him, Maya let her lips drift from his mouth to his jawline, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sharp curve. Her movements were slow, deliberate, each kiss lingering just enough to leave a tingling warmth on his skin. Genie tilted his head slightly, granting her better access, and she took it eagerly, her lips continuing their journey downward.

She reached his neck, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin there, and felt the slight shiver that ran through him. She smiled to herself, knowing exactly how vulnerable this spot made him. His neck had always been one of his weaknesses—a place where her kisses could unravel him completely. And tonight, she planned to take full advantage.

Maya kissed the column of his throat, her lips warm and soft as they worshiped every inch of him. She let her tongue graze his skin lightly, teasing him, before moving to the hollow at the base of his throat. She heard him let out a quiet, breathy groan, and it sent a surge of satisfaction through her. He was hers tonight, and she intended to show him just how much she adored him.

Her attention shifted to his jugular, her lips pressing gently against the spot where his pulse beat steadily beneath his skin. She lingered there, her kisses tender but unrelenting, feeling his breath hitch with every touch. She moved lower, finding the sensitive junction where his neck met his broad shoulder, and lavished it with the same care, her lips brushing and sucking lightly at the skin, leaving him helpless beneath her touch.

Genie’s hands, which had been resting on her hips, tightened their grip slightly, his fingers digging into her just enough to let her know how much she was affecting him. His head fell back against the pillows, his eyes closed as he surrendered to the sensations she was creating.

“Ah, Maya…” he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a mix of affection and desire. “You’re gonna be the end of me.”

She smiled against his skin, her lips curving into a soft, teasing grin. “That’s the plan,” she whispered, her voice laced with playfulness, before continuing her exploration.

Her kisses moved to the curve of his Adam’s apple, her lips brushing against the prominent point with reverence. She kissed it lightly at first, then let her tongue flick across it, earning a sharp inhale from him. The sound made her heart race, and she leaned into him more, her hands coming to rest on his broad chest for support as she worshiped him.

Tonight wasn’t about rushing or losing herself in passion. It was about him—showing him how much she loved every part of him, how much she cherished the man he was. Genie had a tendency to put others first, to downplay his own worth in the process, but tonight, Maya was determined to remind him just how loved and valued he was.

Her lips continued their slow, deliberate journey, trailing along his collarbone, tracing the curve of his shoulders. She kissed every inch of him as though it were sacred, her touch soft but deliberate, her affection pouring into every movement.

Genie groaned again, his hands sliding from her hips to her back, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t bear to have even an inch of space between them. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “You know that, right?”

Maya lifted her head, meeting his gaze. Her dark hair fell over her shoulder, framing her face in the candlelight. She smiled softly, her eyes shimmering with love. “I just want you to feel how much you mean to me,” she whispered, her voice tender. “Tonight is about you.”

Genie’s expression softened, a mix of adoration and disbelief crossing his features. He brought one of his hands up to cup her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. “You’re amazing,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I don’t deserve you.”

Maya shook her head, leaning into his touch. “You deserve everything, Genie. And tonight, I’m going to make sure you know that.”

She leaned back down, her lips returning to his skin, her touch a mix of tenderness and fire. Maya kissed the top of his broad chest, letting her lips linger on his warm skin. She flicked her tongue lightly across the spot before blowing softly, sending a shiver through him that made his skin pebble with goosebumps. She smiled at the reaction, her lips curving into a teasing grin as she moved lower, her focus entirely on him.

Her kisses trailed along the hard planes of his chest, her lips brushing the center of his sternum. She paused for a moment, marveling at the way his powerful body rose and fell with each slow, steady breath. Maya loved everything about him—his strength, his broad frame, the way he was so imposing and yet so incredibly gentle with her. Being in his arms made her feel safe, cherished, adored.

She continued her exploration, letting her lips and tongue roam over his chest. Her touch was deliberate and teasing, her kisses alternating with light licks and playful nips. Every now and then, she would suck gently at his skin, leaving faint marks that she knew would fade by morning. Genie groaned softly under her ministrations, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as though grounding himself against the sensations she was drawing from him.

“Maya…” he finally breathed, his voice thick and uneven. “What are you doing to me?”

She lifted her head slightly, her lips hovering just above his skin as she smiled. “Showing you what you do to me every single day,” she whispered, her voice low and full of affection. “Every time you look at me, every time you hold me—I want you to feel that.”

Her words sent a rush of warmth through him, and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sheer intensity of her love wash over him. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. “How did I get so lucky?”

Maya chuckled softly, her breath brushing against his skin as she lowered her lips to his chest again. “Luck had nothing to do with it,” she teased, her voice light but sincere. “You’re mine, Genie. That’s all there is to it.”

Her lips reached his abdomen, and she let her fingers follow, trailing light, teasing touches over the sculpted muscles of his torso. She adored every part of him, and she wasn’t shy about showing it. Her lips pressed against the hard lines of his stomach, and she took her time, tracing his muscles with the tip of her tongue, savoring the way his body reacted to her.

When she reached a particularly sensitive spot, she felt him flinch slightly, his muscles twitching under her touch. She paused, her head lifting as she glanced up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. “Ticklish, are we?” she teased, her tone light but teasing.

Genie opened one eye to look at her, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “Not ticklish,” he said with mock seriousness. “Just highly attuned to your... methods.”

She arched an eyebrow, leaning in to press a light kiss to the spot that had made him jump. “Highly attuned, huh? Should I test that theory?”

Genie let out a breathless laugh, his head falling back against the pillow. “You’re dangerous.”

“And you love it,” she shot back, her tone teasing but full of affection.

Her kisses continued downward, each one deliberate and filled with care. Maya wanted him to feel cherished, wanted him to understand just how much he meant to her. As she lavished attention on him, she couldn’t help but smile at the quiet groans and soft laughter he gave in response, each sound reminding her of the deep connection they shared. Tonight, every kiss, every touch was her promise to him—a promise of love, trust, and unwavering devotion.

The atmosphere shifted, becoming heavier with anticipation as Maya shifted her position. She slid back slightly, her lips trailing downward until they hovered just above his waistband, teasingly close to the line of his pubis. Genie’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling a little faster now. He knew where this night was headed, and his heart thundered in his chest, excitement and longing coiling tightly within him.

He was already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, the tension almost unbearable. Yet, despite the growing need, he remained captivated by her every move, the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulder, the soft glow of candlelight reflecting in her eyes. She lifted her gaze to him, searching his face, silently asking for permission to continue.

Genie’s pupils were blown wide with desire, his lips parted as he panted lightly. His usually vibrant voice was nowhere to be found, replaced by a quiet vulnerability that left him utterly at her mercy. Maya smiled softly, reassured by the mixture of want and trust in his expression. She knew she was driving him crazy, and that knowledge filled her with a heady sense of satisfaction.

Leaning down, she pressed her lips to the edge of his waistband, her kisses deliberate and slow, her movements designed to build anticipation. She tugged his pants down just slightly, baring a sliver of skin that had him groaning softly in response. Her lips trailed along the exposed skin, soft and warm, before her tongue swept over it in a slow, deliberate stroke. The warmth of her breath followed, sending shivers coursing through his body.

Genie’s hips jerked upward instinctively, seeking friction, seeking relief, but Maya’s hands pressed gently against his thighs, grounding him. “Patience,” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing, the edge of her lips curling into a smile.

Her words only heightened his anticipation, his body tense with longing as she continued her slow worship of him. Her lips returned to his waistband, trailing just above the barrier of his clothing, so close to where he wanted her most, but not quite giving in. She nipped lightly at the skin, her teeth grazing him in a way that was both playful and maddening. Genie’s groan was deep and guttural, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as he fought the urge to beg for more.

“Maya,” he finally managed, his voice rough and low, barely more than a whisper. “You’re killing me here.”

She lifted her head, meeting his gaze again with a mixture of love and mischief. “Good,” she replied, her voice dripping with playful confidence. “That means I’m doing this right.”

Her lips returned to his skin, her tongue flattening as she licked over the same spot, her movements slow and deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing, drawing out his anticipation, making him feel every second of her touch. She nibbled lightly at the sensitive skin just above the waistband, and Genie’s hips lifted again, his body responding instinctively to her teasing.

His large hands left the sheets and found their way to her shoulders, not to push her or pull her but simply to anchor himself. “Maya,” he said again, her name sounding like a prayer on his lips. His voice cracked with both longing and awe, and she paused, glancing up at him with a soft smile.

“Relax,” she whispered, her voice softer now, her teasing edge replaced with genuine affection. “I’ve got you.”

Her hands slid along his thighs, her touch firm yet comforting, as if to remind him that this was about him—about making him feel loved, cherished, and utterly undone. As she leaned back down, her lips brushed against his skin again, her every move deliberate, slow, and full of devotion. The tension in the air was electric, the room filled with the unspoken promises of the night.

After teasing him relentlessly, Maya finally sat up, resting herself on his knees, and took a moment to look at him. Genie lay sprawled out beneath her, his broad chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His normally vibrant blue skin had taken on a deeper, almost violet hue in some places—a sign of his unique way of blushing. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his chest, catching the soft flicker of candlelight. Mixed with the remnants of her kisses and licks, it made him look even more breathtaking, like he’d been sculpted by the gods themselves.

He was stunning, a vision of unrestrained passion, and he was hers. Entirely hers.

Her gaze drifted lower, and she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as her eyes roamed over him. Genie’s arousal was painfully obvious, straining against the fabric of his pants, a prominent bulge that made her stomach tighten with anticipation. He was hers—every glorious, overwhelming part of him—and she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the love she felt for him. He was her entire world.

With a small, confident smile, she lifted her hand and snapped her fingers. In an instant, his pants and underwear vanished into thin air, leaving him completely bare beneath her. Genie flinched slightly, the sudden disappearance catching him off guard, but the moment he realized what had happened, his lips parted in a mix of surprise and longing.

Maya’s breath hitched as her eyes fell to the sight of him fully exposed. His arousal twitched against his stomach, thick and heavy, and she marveled at the sheer size of him. He was enormous—just like the rest of him—his length impressive, veined, and undeniably intimidating. The first time they’d been together, she had doubted it was even possible for him to fit inside her. But now? Now, the thought of him filling her sent a shiver racing down her spine.

His skin glistened faintly in the soft light, the faint veins along his length standing out as he pulsed. The head was flushed a deeper shade of blue, glistening with arousal, and her stomach clenched with desire at the sight of him. Every detail, from the curve of his shaft to the way he throbbed whenever her breath brushed against him, made her mouth water.

Maya bit her lip again, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh as she gazed at him with open admiration and desire. She loved every part of him, but seeing him like this—completely bare, vulnerable, and fully hers—was almost too much. She leaned forward again, her hair falling over one shoulder as her breath ghosted over his hips and lower abdomen.

Genie’s body tensed beneath her, his hips shifting slightly in anticipation. His arousal twitched again, visibly reacting to the warmth of her breath, and a soft groan escaped his lips. Maya smiled to herself, knowing exactly the effect she was having on him. She lowered her lips to his hipbones, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to the sharp edge of one, then the other.

Her hands rested on his thighs, her fingers gently kneading the firm muscle as she worked her way lower. Her lips trailed along his hips, her kisses slow and deliberate, her tongue darting out occasionally to taste his skin. Genie’s breath hitched, and his body twitched under her touch, his hips jerking slightly as though seeking her out.

“Maya,” he groaned, his voice low and strained, thick with both need and frustration. “You’re killing me.”

She chuckled softly against his skin, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Good,” she murmured, her voice light but full of affection. “I want you to feel everything.”

Her lips hovered just above where he wanted her most, her warm breath brushing over his length. Genie sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him as he fought the urge to beg. His arousal twitched again, visibly reacting to her proximity, the veins along his shaft pulsing with every beat of his heart.

But Maya didn’t touch him there—not yet. Instead, she pressed her lips to the curve of his inner thigh, her kisses soft and lingering. She let her tongue flick across the sensitive skin there, drawing a deep groan from him that sent a thrill through her. She wanted him to feel cherished, adored, worshiped.

“Please,” he finally rasped, his voice barely above a whisper, his tone a mix of desperation and surrender.

Maya lifted her head to look at him, her eyes meeting his, and her heart swelled at the trust and love she saw in his gaze. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

She leaned back down, her lips returning to his thighs, her movements slow and deliberate. Her kisses, her touches—they were all meant for him, to show him just how much he meant to her. And as his body shuddered beneath her, his arousal pulsing with every teasing breath she exhaled, she knew she was exactly where she wanted to be: worshiping every inch of the man she loved.

Genie was on the brink of losing himself, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. His entire body was tense with anticipation, the need for her touch almost unbearable. Every nerve in his body seemed to scream for friction, for release—anything to ease the ache building inside him. And yet, despite the desperation coursing through him, he didn’t move, didn’t rush her. He trusted her completely, blindly, and that trust kept him grounded even as his body burned with desire.

When Maya finally shifted, repositioning herself above him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. His stomach tightened, and every muscle in his body coiled with anticipation. His arousal twitched against his stomach, standing proud and waiting, and he could feel the heat radiating from her as she leaned closer.

Her hand moved slowly, deliberately, as she reached out toward him. Her fingertips brushed against him with the lightest, feather-like touch, tracing along his length in a way that made his entire body shiver. The contact was barely there, teasing and soft, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through him. Genie let out a shaky breath, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him to anchor himself.

Maya’s touch was deliberate, unhurried, as though she had all the time in the world to worship him. Her fingers danced along the thick vein running along his length, her movements light and teasing, sending shivers racing through his body. Finally, her hand wrapped around him, firm and sure, and the instant she did, Genie let out a low, guttural groan. The sound was raw, filled with both relief and unrelenting need.

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough and uneven.

Maya’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. She tightened her grip slightly, her hand gliding along his shaft in a slow, measured motion. She started at the base, her touch firm but careful, before moving upward in a smooth stroke. As her hand reached the sensitive spot just beneath the head, she paused, applying a bit more pressure, and Genie’s hips jerked instinctively in response.

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his body react so completely to her touch. She focused her attention there, her fingers brushing over the area with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Each stroke was slow and deliberate, her touch firm enough to drive him wild but not enough to give him the full relief he craved.

Genie’s groans grew louder, his head falling back against the pillow as he gave himself over to the sensation. His chest glistened with sweat, the candlelight dancing off his skin as his muscles tensed and flexed beneath her. His hands fisted the sheets tightly, the fabric straining under his grip as he fought to keep himself still, to let her lead.

“Maya,” he finally rasped, his voice thick with both desperation and awe. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She chuckled softly, her thumb brushing over the tip of his arousal in a way that made his breath hitch. “You can handle it,” she teased, her voice warm and filled with affection.

Her hand began to move again, gliding up and down in a steady rhythm, her movements precise and controlled. She alternated between firm strokes and softer, more teasing touches, keeping him on the edge, drawing out every sound and shudder he gave her. Genie’s hips lifted off the bed, seeking more of her, but Maya kept her pace steady, determined to take her time.

The weight of him in her hand, the heat of his skin, and the way he pulsed under her touch sent a rush of heat through her own body. She loved watching him like this—completely undone, his usual confidence stripped away to reveal the raw vulnerability beneath. He was hers in this moment, and she intended to savor every second of it.

Genie groaned again, his voice rough and broken as he muttered her name like a prayer. His entire body was tense, every muscle coiled tight as she worked him with a combination of skill and affection. The way his hips bucked slightly, the way his breath came in uneven gasps, the way he looked at her with nothing but trust and adoration—it was intoxicating.

Her thumb brushed over the sensitive slit at the tip, smearing the bead of wetness there and using it to make her strokes smoother. She watched him intently, her eyes filled with both love and desire, taking in every twitch of his muscles, every gasp of his breath.

Her other hand moved lower, her fingers cupping and gently massaging his weighty sack. She loved the feel of him in her hand—warm, heavy, and so utterly his. Her touch was firm but tender, her fingers kneading and rolling him with a reverence that spoke volumes about how much she adored every part of him.

Genie let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to hold on to some semblance of control. He threw his forearm over his face, shielding his eyes, his expression torn between bliss and desperation. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced by raw vulnerability as Maya continued to touch him in all the ways she knew would unravel him.

“Ha!” he gasped, his voice breaking on the sound. “By all the saints, Maya…”

The rawness in his voice sent a thrill through her, and she smiled softly to herself, her hand continuing its slow, deliberate motions. She shifted slightly, letting her free hand slide lower, her fingers grazing the soft skin just behind his sack, the delicate spot between there and his entrance. Her touch was featherlight, a gentle caress that had his entire body jerking violently in response.

Genie’s breath hitched, and he let out a low, throaty groan that sent shivers down her spine. His body tensed beneath her, his muscles rippling as though trying to withstand the overwhelming pleasure she was giving him.

“You…” he choked out, his voice rough and filled with awe. “You know my body better than I do.”

Maya’s heart swelled at his words, and she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his hipbone. “Of course I do,” she whispered against his skin, her voice tender and full of affection. “I’ve made it my mission to know every inch of you.”

Her fingers continued their gentle exploration, her touch never faltering. She massaged the soft skin beneath him with deliberate care, her other hand maintaining its rhythm on his length. Every sound he made, every tremor that rippled through him, only fueled her desire to push him further, to give him the kind of pleasure that left him utterly undone.

At that moment, with Genie’s arm draped over his face and his eyes tightly shut, Maya decided it was time to take things further. She leaned in slowly, her breath warm against his skin, and let the very tip of her tongue flick over the slit at the head of his arousal. The taste of him, warm and slightly salty, sent a shiver through her, but the reaction she got from him was even more satisfying.

Genie’s entire body jolted at the contact, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. His arm flew off his face, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his wide, darkened eyes locking onto her. His chest heaved with heavy breaths, and a thin sheen of sweat trickled down his forehead, making his skin glisten in the soft light. He looked completely undone—his pupils blown wide with desire, his lips parted as he struggled to process the sensations she was giving him. To Maya, he was breathtaking.

She met his gaze with a small, knowing smile before leaning back down. Her tongue traced a deliberate line along the underside of his length, slowly dragging over every ridge and vein. The heat of him, the way his body twitched with every pass of her tongue, sent a thrill coursing through her. She wanted to worship him, to show him just how deeply she adored every inch of him.

“Maya…” he groaned, his voice low and strained, as though he could barely hold himself together.

Ignoring his plea, she continued her slow exploration, her tongue swirling over the sensitive skin with unhurried precision. Finally, she reached the head again and opened her mouth, taking the swollen tip between her lips. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked gently, like she was savoring a sweet treat, her tongue flicking lightly over the slit.

The reaction was immediate. Genie let out a deep, guttural groan, his head tipping back as his eyes rolled upward in pure bliss. He couldn’t hold himself up any longer, collapsing back onto the pillows with a heavy thud. His hands clutched at the sheets beneath him, gripping them tightly as though anchoring himself to reality.

“Oh god…” he muttered, his voice rough and breathless.

Maya smiled around him, her lips curling slightly as she continued. She took him a little deeper, her mouth warm and soft as she worked him slowly, savoring every sound he made. Her hand wrapped around the base of his length, stroking in time with her mouth to create a rhythm that had him trembling beneath her. She could feel him twitching, pulsing with every movement, his body completely at her mercy.

His groans grew louder, each sound sending a rush of heat through her. She glanced up briefly, her hair falling over one shoulder as she caught sight of his expression. His head was tilted back, his eyes shut tight, and his lips parted in a series of breathless gasps. He was stunning, the very picture of unrestrained desire, and it made her heart race.

“You’re amazing,” he choked out, his voice cracking slightly.

Maya’s response was a low hum, the vibration making his hips jerk slightly. She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head again, her hand stroking him in slow, steady motions. The way his body reacted to her touch, the way he gave himself over to her so completely, filled her with a heady sense of power and affection.

“Please…” he groaned, his voice desperate. “Don’t stop.”

She had no intention of stopping. This moment was for him—for showing him just how much she adored him, how much she loved every inch of him.

Maya worked him with a steady rhythm, her lips stretched around his thick length as she took him as deeply as she could manage. He was massive, filling her mouth completely, and she knew there was no way she could take all of him, but that didn’t stop her from trying. What she couldn’t fit, her hand stroked, her grip firm but careful, matching the movement of her mouth.

She let her tongue glide along the underside of his length, tracing the thick vein that pulsed with each beat of his heart. Occasionally, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, flicking it over the slit before sucking gently, savoring the taste of him. Every time she did, Genie’s hips bucked slightly, his body moving instinctively as he chased more of the pleasure she was giving him.

“Maya,” he groaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. His head tipped back, his eyes tightly shut, and his chest heaved as he fought to control himself. Sweat glistened on his broad chest and abdomen, catching the soft glow of the room as his body trembled beneath her touch.

Her other hand moved lower, cupping his sack and kneading gently, feeling the weight and warmth of him in her palm. She massaged him with deliberate care, letting her fingers graze the sensitive skin there, her touch soft but teasing. She loved how he twitched every time her fingers brushed against him, his entire body reacting to her as though every nerve was on fire.

“Gods, Maya,” he choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper. His toes curled against the bed, his thighs tensing as his abdomen contracted involuntarily with every stroke of her hand and every flick of her tongue.

Encouraged by his reactions, Maya took him deeper, pressing him further into her mouth until the head of his arousal brushed the back of her throat. The moment it did, Genie let out a broken, guttural sound, his body jerking violently beneath her. She held him there for a moment, swallowing around him and letting her throat tighten slightly before pulling back, her tongue trailing along his length as she went.

His entire body spasmed, his muscles tightening and releasing in waves as he fought to hold himself together. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, twisting the fabric as though it were the only thing keeping him anchored to reality. His abdomen rippled with each contraction, the muscles flexing uncontrollably as his hips twitched upward, seeking more of her.

Maya’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile around him. She added a hint of pressure, letting her teeth gently graze the sensitive skin along his length—not enough to hurt, just enough to tease him. The sharp contrast of sensations made him groan loudly, his head tipping back further as he gasped for air.

Her tongue continued its work, flicking and swirling around him, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quicker, teasing movements that kept him on edge. Her hand stroked the base of his shaft, twisting slightly as she worked him, while her other hand continued its gentle massage of his sack. She let her thumb graze the sensitive spot just behind it, and Genie’s entire body tensed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat.

“Maya… I’m—” he started, his voice cracking with desperation.

She knew he was close. She could feel it in the way his length throbbed against her tongue, in the way his hips jerked involuntarily, and in the way his breath came in short, ragged gasps. His body was trembling now, his thighs shaking slightly as his toes curled again, and she could feel the tension coiling tightly in him, ready to snap.

Determined to push him over the edge, she quickened her pace, her hand and mouth working in perfect harmony. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked harder, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his length. Her hand stroked him with precision, her movements deliberate and focused, while her other hand continued to massage him, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin with every stroke.

Genie’s groans grew louder, more desperate, his entire body shuddering as he teetered on the brink of release. “Maya,” he gasped again, his voice breaking. “I’m so close… I can’t—”

She didn’t stop, didn’t falter, her movements relentless as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge. She wanted him to lose himself completely, to let go of every ounce of control and surrender to her. 

His hips bucked instinctively, pushing himself deeper into her mouth as if his body had completely taken over. His thighs trembled beneath her hands, the muscles quivering with tension. His toes curled tightly, digging into the bed as his entire frame tensed. The veins along his length throbbed against her tongue, each pulse sending another wave of pleasure through him, his body completely at her mercy.

“Ah! Maya!” he shouted, his voice rising with every flick of her tongue. His head tilted back, his eyes rolling shut as he surrendered completely. “You’re—oh gods, I’m—”

Before he could finish, his entire body froze, every muscle locking up as he let out a deep, guttural cry. His hips jerked upward, his abs contracting sharply as his release hit him like a tidal wave. Hot, thick ropes of his seed spilled into her mouth in powerful, rhythmic spurts, coating her tongue with his taste. Maya stayed with him, taking him as deeply as she could, swallowing every drop without hesitation. Her tongue continued to move against him, coaxing out every last bit of his release, while her hand stroked him gently, milking him until there was nothing left.

Genie’s voice was loud and broken, alternating between gasps, groans, and her name spilling from his lips in a desperate mantra. “Maya… Maya! Oh gods—yes!” His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white as his body convulsed with the aftershocks of his climax. His legs shook uncontrollably, his thighs trembling as he tried to come down from the overwhelming high.

Maya didn’t let up right away. She licked him slowly, her tongue running along his length as she cleaned him with soft, deliberate strokes. Her lips pressed tender kisses to the sensitive head, and her hand gently massaged his sack, her touch firm but soothing. She could feel the way his body twitched beneath her, his length jerking slightly with each gentle caress.

“Maya, please!” he gasped, his voice cracking as he squirmed under her. His hips shifted, trying to pull away from her touch as the overstimulation became too much. “Too sensitive—I can’t take it!”

She chuckled softly, her breath warm against his skin as she gave him one last teasing lick before finally pulling back. “Okay,” she said, her voice soft and playful as she released him. “I’ll give you a break—for now.”

Genie collapsed onto the bed, his arms falling to his sides as he lay completely spent. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Sweat dripped from his temples, glistening on his skin as his body trembled with lingering aftershocks. His powerful frame seemed to melt into the bed, every ounce of tension leaving him as he tried to recover.

“That…” he managed to say, his voice hoarse and broken, “was… incredible.”

Maya’s smile softened, pure love radiating from her expression. She leaned down, pressing tender kisses to his damp skin, starting at his abdomen and working her way upward. Her lips trailed over every curve of his body, from the firm expanse of his chest to the strong line of his collarbone. When she reached his lips, she kissed him softly, chastely, mindful of his still-labored breathing. The kiss wasn’t about passion this time—it was a quiet, gentle connection, a reassurance of her love.

She pulled away and nestled herself against him, resting her head in the crook of his neck. His scent—warm and familiar—filled her senses, grounding her. Genie’s arms instinctively wrapped around her, though his limbs felt heavy and weak, like jelly after the intensity of his release. Even so, his embrace was firm enough to make her feel safe and cherished.

“You deserve it,” Maya whispered, her voice a gentle caress, her dark eyes gazing at him with unwavering devotion. “Every bit of it.”

Genie turned his head to meet her gaze, his usually vibrant eyes glazed with exhaustion but brimming with adoration. He studied her as though trying to commit every detail to memory, his breath still uneven as he recovered. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I hope I never lose you.”

Maya’s smile widened, her fingers drifting up to brush a stray strand of hair from his damp forehead. She rested her hand on his chest, her palm pressing lightly against the steady, comforting rhythm of his heart. “You’ll never lose me,” she promised, her voice low but firm, as though the very idea was unthinkable. “You’re everything to me.”

Genie’s lips twitched into a faint, grateful smile. He reached out weakly, his fingers searching for hers. When he found her hand, he squeezed it gently, as if trying to convey everything he felt but couldn’t put into words. “You’re incredible, Maya,” he whispered, his voice filled with raw gratitude and love.

Maya leaned closer, nuzzling her face into the hollow of his neck, her body relaxing fully against his. Genie tightened his hold on her, his large hands resting protectively against her back despite his trembling arms. She could feel the slight shivers that still ran through his body, remnants of the intensity they had shared. His chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, his breaths gradually evening out as the room fell into a peaceful stillness.

The atmosphere was heavy with intimacy, love, and quiet satisfaction. The candles flickered softly, their warm light casting gentle shadows over the room. Genie closed his eyes, his lips brushing against Maya’s hair as he sighed deeply, contentment radiating through him. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so completely at peace, so utterly loved.

And in that moment, as they lay entwined in each other’s arms, Genie knew one thing for certain: Maya wasn’t just a part of his life—she was his life, his heart, his everything. 

She traced idle patterns on his chest with her fingertips, her smile soft and content as they shared this quiet, intimate moment.

But then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, Maya leaned up slightly, her hair brushing against his skin as she shifted closer. Her lips hovered near his ear, her breath warm and teasing as she whispered, “Tell me when you’re ready for round two. The night is still young, and I’m far from finished with you.”

Genie froze, his heart skipping a beat at her words. His chest, which had just begun to rise and fall in a steady rhythm, suddenly felt tight again. He turned his head to look at her, his wide, exhausted eyes meeting her playful, sultry gaze. Her teasing smile made his pulse quicken despite the fact that he was still recovering.

He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but before he could manage a word, he felt it. A twitch. His body betrayed him, his arousal sparking to life once more at the mere suggestion of what she was planning. As tired as he was, the anticipation coursing through him made him shiver. His length stirred against her thigh, thick and heavy, as his body responded to her like it always did: eagerly, helplessly.

Maya’s grin widened at the reaction, her teeth gently grazing her bottom lip as she leaned back to take in the sight of him. His cheeks had taken on that faint violet flush again, his expression torn between exasperation and growing arousal.

“This woman,” Genie muttered, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief as he stared at her. “You’re going to be the death of me, Maya.”

Maya laughed softly, her voice filled with warmth and delight as she leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Maybe,” she replied with a playful shrug, her tone dripping with affection. “But what a way to go, huh?”

Genie groaned, half in protest, half in surrender, as he let his head fall back against the pillow. His body might have been exhausted, but his heart—and another very obvious part of him—were already stirring to meet her challenge. He knew one thing for sure: the night was far from over, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[happilyeverreads]

Lovey dovey

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Caught between exasperation and secret fondness, Iago begrudgingly endures Genie and Maya’s shameless affection, complete with kisses and cuddles. 

Iago sighed deeply, his feathers ruffling as he slumped on the armrest of the couch, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the room, and he had just settled into his spot when—

Ugh.

There they were, Maya and Genie, practically glued to each other on the opposite couch. Genie was smiling that annoying, goofy grin of his as he tenderly pushed a strand of Maya’s hair behind her ear. Maya leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed in contentment, and for a moment, Iago wondered if he was about to gag.

“Can you not?” Iago muttered under his breath, staring out the window as he tried to ignore the growing tension in his feathers.

Genie hummed, absentmindedly playing with Maya’s hair, clearly lost in his own world of adorable affection. “You know, Maya, I think we could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want,” Genie said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

Maya smiled, then wiped a smudge of food off Genie’s lips before booping his nose. “I’m all for that."

She offered him the last piece of her snack with a playful grin.

God, here we go, Iago groaned internally, eyeing the scene like it was some sickeningly sweet comedy show he hadn’t asked for.

Maya kissed Genie’s cheek and then, for no reason at all, pecked him on the lips like it was the most natural thing in the world. Genie chuckled, kissing her back, his hand absentmindedly tracing circles on her arm.

“Really?” Iago grumbled loudly, rolling his eyes. “Could you two be any more lovey-dovey? It's like watching a romance movie on loop!”

Maya and Genie exchanged a glance, their smiles only growing wider. “You don’t like it, Iago?” Maya asked innocently, though her eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Please, spare me,” Iago muttered, flapping his wings dramatically. “Every time I turn around, you’re kissing, cuddling, feeding each other… You’re gonna give me a heart attack with all this sweetness!”

Genie chuckled, giving Maya a quick kiss on the cheek. “Aw, Iago, come on, don’t act like you don’t secretly love it. Admit it—you’re jealous of how cute we are.”

Iago squawked in exasperation, but the blush creeping up his beak betrayed him. “I am not jealous,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “I’m just… disappointed in how much mushiness you two are packing into one room!”

“Sure, sure,” Genie said with a wink, completely unfazed. “If that’s what you want to tell yourself.”

Iago opened his beak to protest again, but instead, he let out a heavy sigh. “Fine,” he muttered, slumping further into the couch. “You’re too cute. Happy now?”

Maya giggled softly, giving him a teasing look. “There’s the softy we all know and love.”

“Shut up,” Iago grumbled, his feathers puffing out in indignation. He could deny it all he wanted, but deep down, he secretly loved seeing his two friends happy—even if it meant enduring their endless cuteness.

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Hands

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya’s gaze lingered on Genie’s hands, her imagination running wild. He caught her staring, smirking. 

Maya sat across from Genie, her sketchpad resting on her lap, though her pencil had stopped moving some time ago. She was supposed to be drawing him, capturing his playful smirk and the way his blue glow seemed softer in the warm candlelight of their room. But her eyes had drifted, and now they were glued to his hands.

They were massive, with long fingers that looked both strong and nimble. He gestured animatedly as he spoke, his hands moving with a fluidity that captivated her. She imagined those fingers wrapping around her wrists, his palm engulfing both with ease. Her breath hitched at the thought.

He could hold her completely still with one hand, effortlessly binding her, while his other explored every inch of her. The image made her pulse quicken, and her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

“Maya, you okay over there?” Genie’s voice broke through her haze, his tone teasing but laced with concern. His golden eyes narrowed playfully as he leaned closer. “You look like you’re trying to solve the universe’s greatest mystery.”

Her cheeks burned. “I’m fine!” she blurted, fumbling to make her pencil move again.

But Genie wasn’t buying it. He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure? ‘Cause you’ve been staring at these bad boys for, oh, I don’t know, five minutes?” He wiggled his fingers in front of her face.

She swallowed hard, heat flooding her body. “I wasn’t staring,” she lied, though her voice betrayed her.

“Oh, really?” His grin widened as he leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “Well, if you’ve got something on your mind about my hands, sugarplum, I’d love to hear it.”

Maya’s heart raced. The smug glint in his eyes told her he wasn’t letting this go anytime soon, and honestly, she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to.

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The fear of losing you

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya takes a deadly blow to save Genie, unleashing his cosmic power in a furious battle against Abis Mal.

Warning: Violence, injury, blood.

The palace was chaos. Shouts echoed through the hallways as guards scrambled to defend the kingdom against the storming invaders. Abis Mal, his eyes glowing with the dark power of the artifact he had stolen, stood at the center of the battle, more dangerous than ever before.

Maya’s heart raced as she and Genie fought alongside Aladdin and Jasmine, trying to fend off the waves of attackers. The air crackled with tension and magic, the fight growing more intense with every passing second. Abis Mal’s power surged, and Maya’s instincts screamed at her to protect those she loved.

Genie was beside her, his magic flowing like a river, but it wasn’t enough. Abis Mal had tapped into something far darker, something that could overpower even Genie’s vast power.

And then it happened.

Abis Mal, with a wicked grin, swung a saber toward Genie, aiming for a fatal strike. Without thinking, Maya threw herself in front of him, desperate to protect the one person who had always been there for her.

The blade pierced her side, and she let out a strangled gasp, her knees buckling as pain shot through her body. The world around her blurred as she crumpled to the ground, the cold stone floor meeting her with a sickening thud. Blood pooled beneath her, her vision swimming in and out of focus.

“Maya!” Genie’s voice cracked as he turned, his eyes wide with horror. His heart stopped in that moment, his breath catching in his throat.

He fell to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he cupped her face, his mind unable to comprehend what had just happened. “No… no, no, no…!”

His voice broke as his frantic gaze searched her body, panic gripping his chest. He could feel her life slipping away with every shallow breath she took, and it was too much. The surge of anger, love, and fear pushed him to the edge, his emotions overwhelming him, and something shifted��deep inside.

The power that had always lurked beneath the surface of his being, the magic that was stronger than any mortal could comprehend, flared to life. His body crackled with cosmic energy, his eyes glowing with an intensity that shook the very foundations of the palace. His anger reached new heights, and for the first time in centuries, Genie’s magic surged uncontrollably.

Aladdin and Jasmine froze, their eyes wide as they watched Genie transform into something more than they had ever seen. A god, in the truest sense of the word, his power radiating with a terrifying brilliance.

With a roar of fury, Genie turned on Abis Mal. The air itself trembled as the two clashed, magic and power exploding with every strike. Abis Mal’s dark energy collided with Genie’s cosmic force, sending shockwaves that rattled the walls of the palace. The ground beneath them cracked, and the skies darkened in response to the battle.

Genie was unstoppable, an unstoppable force of nature, his magic now a flood that poured out of him in waves, every pulse of power fueled by his need to protect her. His rage became a weapon, his strength more immense than ever before, and with one final, devastating strike, he stopped Abis Mal and his dark magic. 

Breathing heavily, his body still glowing with raw power, Genie stood over the wreckage of the battle, his chest heaving with exertion. His mind, still reeling from the violence of the fight, turned back to the woman he loved.

He rushed to Maya’s side, his hands trembling as he carefully gathered her in his arms, his heart pounding with both relief and fear. Her breathing was shallow, but she was alive—barely. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked up at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the pain.

“Maya… please,” Genie whispered, his voice cracking, a desperation in his eyes. “Don’t leave me. Please… I need you.”

Maya’s fingers weakly touched his face, her lips parting in a soft breath. “I’m… I’m okay, Genie. You did it… you saved us…”

Genie shook his head, his tears threatening to spill. “I didn’t… I didn’t save you, Maya."

Aladdin, Jasmine, and the Sultan watched from a distance, their faces awestruck. Genie’s power had been like nothing they had ever witnessed. A force of nature so immense that even the air felt heavy around them.

“You were… amazing,” Aladdin said, his voice shaking from the sheer intensity of it all. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Genie turned to them, his expression softening, but there was an edge of vulnerability there. “I didn’t know I could either. But I couldn’t lose her. I won’t lose her.”

He returned his attention to Maya, his arms tightening around her as he held her close. He would never let her go again. The darkness had been vanquished, but the greatest battle of all—the one inside his heart—was still just beginning.

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Game night

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: A playful game of Monopoly turns competitive as Maya surprises everyone by outsmarting Carpet, the reigning champion. 

The game night was supposed to be just a relaxing way to spend the evening, but it quickly escalated into something much more intense. Laughter echoed around the room as Jasmine, Aladdin, Maya, Genie, and Carpet settled in for what was supposed to be a friendly round of Monopoly. The board was set, the snacks were plentiful, and the mood was light.

Maya gave a playful grin as she shuffled her money. "Alright, let’s make this interesting. I’m going to need you all to bring your A-game." She winked at Genie, who dramatically tossed a handful of popcorn into the air, catching them in his mouth.

Aladdin rolled the dice first, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Here we go, folks. I’m going to crush this game."

Maya raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, knowing how many times Aladdin had made the same bold proclamation, only to end up broke and in jail.

"Alright, here I go!" Aladdin declared, throwing the dice and landing on Boardwalk. His face dropped immediately. "No... not already."

"Uh oh," Genie teased from the couch, throwing a playful glance at Carpet, who was already claiming the best properties with no effort at all. "Guess who’s in the lead again?"

Carpet gave an exaggerated shrug, twirling to display his perfectly stacked properties. His innocent little rolls were always his secret weapon.

"I don’t know how you do it," Jasmine groaned as she landed on one of Carpet’s expensive properties yet again. "This game is broken."

Carpet’s only response was to dance around, his tassels swishing triumphantly. He knew he had it in the bag.

"Alright, let’s just take a breath here," Maya said, her fingers tapping the table. "It’s still early. We can turn this around." She rolled the dice with a grin, landing on a utility. She collected a few bucks, smiling as her fortune seemed to be slowly changing.

The game progressed, but things started to feel... off. Aladdin's easy confidence slowly began to wither as he landed on every one of Carpet’s hotels, growing more frustrated with every turn. He growled under his breath, raking his fingers through his hair. "Okay, okay. This is ridiculous."

Jasmine, too, was becoming visibly defeated. Her face flushed with frustration every time she had to pay out for one of Carpet's vast properties, each one causing her pile of money to dwindle like sand slipping through her fingers.

"You know," she said through clenched teeth, "this game is starting to feel personal."

Genie leaned back on the couch, popping another handful of popcorn into his mouth. "It’s all good. This is how it goes with Monopoly. Carpet’s got some... unseen skills." He gave a dramatic wave at the rug, as if acknowledging some mysterious force at play.

Carpet, unfazed, simply glided along the board like a majestic bird, taking his new properties with a flourish and watching the others with smug contentment.

Maya, however, had a different idea. As the rounds wore on, she seemed to become more focused. The frown lines on her forehead faded as her mind worked at full speed, calculating every move. She played smart, carefully choosing when to invest and when to be cautious. Slowly, her properties began to stack up. She avoided the expensive spots, landing on just the right properties at just the right time.

As the game went on, Aladdin's frustration reached a boiling point. "Why can’t I land on anything good? This is ridiculous!"

Genie, ever the optimist, gave him a comforting slap on the back. "Maybe next time, buddy. At least you’re getting good at losing." He grinned.

Meanwhile, Jasmine muttered something about how she should’ve picked a better strategy and how she couldn’t believe she was about to go bankrupt—again.

Maya, however, was silent, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the board. She smiled to herself as she saw an opening.

With a sly grin, Maya slid a couple of bills forward. "I’ll take that hotel, thanks."

Aladdin blinked. "Wait—what? You just bought Boardwalk? How?"

Maya just grinned. "You all should know by now—never underestimate me."

The others stared in disbelief as Maya’s assets began to pile up. The tide was turning. For the first time in the game, Carpet looked... rattled. His usual aura of invincibility was starting to crack.

"Wait... are you winning?" Genie asked, eyes wide. "Maya, you’re actually winning against the carpeted conqueror?"

"Looks like it," Maya said smugly, crossing her arms as she took another turn. She had not just bought Boardwalk, but had skillfully built up a monopoly on properties that no one had noticed. Slowly, as each turn passed, Maya’s holdings grew.

Jasmine, still in shock, burst out laughing. "This is unbelievable. Carpet is losing?!"

Aladdin blinked, rubbing his eyes. "Who are you?!"

The game reached its final stretch. Everyone, except Carpet, was getting pumped. They could feel the victory drawing near. Maya’s properties now dominated the board, and with one last roll, she landed on Carpet’s last big property. She smiled sweetly.

"Looks like I’m taking it." She slapped down the last of her money with confidence.

Genie jumped from the couch, his eyes wide in disbelief. "She did it!" he cried out, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around. "She beat the rug! That’s my girl!"

Maya laughed, grinning at Genie as he spun her, and just before he put her down, he planted a big, triumphant kiss on her lips. "You’re a legend."

Aladdin clapped his hands, hooting with excitement. "This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen!"

Jasmine cheered, raising her arms. "I knew you could do it!"

Carpet was sulking in a corner, his edges turned up in frustration.

Maya stood triumphantly, her arms raised as she took a bow. "Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week."

Genie pulled her into a playful headlock. "You are the true Monopoly queen. I’ll just accept my eternal defeat and move on."

The tension finally broke, and everyone laughed together, even Carpet, who reluctantly accepted his defeat.

With that, the game night wrapped up with laughter and lighthearted teasing, everyone congratulating Maya as the new champion—and of course, giving Carpet an exaggerated amount of sympathy for his unfortunate loss.

"At least we can finally stop hearing about how great you are at Monopoly," Aladdin said with a grin. "Thanks for that, Maya."

Genie, still beaming, hugged Maya tightly. "You’re the best, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you."

And Maya, the new reigning champion of Monopoly, gave him a playful wink, knowing full well that no one would ever hear the end of this victory.

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Fight back

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Genie pleads with Maya, consumed by Jafar's magic, as she attacks him. Refusing to fight back, he holds onto hope.

Warnings: Violence

Genie stood frozen, unable to move as Maya's once-soft eyes now gleamed with malice. Her hands crackled with dark energy, a shadow of the woman he loved. She had been taken, hypnotized by Jafar's twisted magic, and now stood before him—his heart shattered by the sight.

"Maya... please," Genie choked, his voice barely a whisper. "Fight it, sweetheart. You don't have to do this."

But Maya's lips curled into a cruel smile. She raised her hand, and the air around them thickened with the weight of her power. With a flick of her wrist, a wave of energy slammed into Genie, sending him crashing against the stone wall. He gritted his teeth against the pain, but his eyes never left her face, his heart screaming in agony.

"Why aren't you fighting back?" Maya's voice was cold, mocking. "You could stop me. You could save yourself."

He shook his head, a tear escaping despite himself. "I can't... not like this. I love you, Maya. I’ll never hurt you."

Another blast hit him, and Genie staggered but didn’t retaliate. His chest tightened with every blow. "Please, fight him. Come back to me. I’ll do anything... just come back."

Her eyes flickered for a moment, confusion flashing through the darkness clouding her mind. But the hypnotic hold over her tightened, and she thrust her hands out again, forcing him back.

"Why, Genie?" she spat. "Why won’t you defend yourself?"

"Because you're still in there," he whispered, his voice breaking. "And I’ll keep fighting for you... even if you can’t see me. I love you, Maya."

As she raised her hand to strike again, Genie let himself fall to the ground, surrendering to the agony, praying—hoping—that somewhere deep inside her, she could hear him.

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Shipper on Deck

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Genie and Maya, nudged by Aladdin and Jasmine, finally confess their feelings by the palace fountain.

The sun was setting over Agrabah, casting golden hues across the palace courtyard. Maya stood by the fountain, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear as the warm evening breeze played with it. She watched the shimmering water with an almost serene expression, but her mind was anything but calm. Somewhere in the back of her head, the thought of a certain blue genie lingered like a stubborn melody she couldn’t shake off.

Not far away, Genie floated in the air, reclining on an invisible couch as he chatted animatedly with Aladdin. Or at least, he tried to appear focused on the conversation. His eyes kept drifting toward Maya, and every time he caught himself staring, he would pretend to adjust his cuffs or polish an already gleaming lamp.

Aladdin smirked, noticing Genie’s distraction. “So, big guy, what’s up with you and Maya?” he asked, feigning innocence.

Genie blinked, nearly falling off his invisible perch. “What? Me and Maya? Oh, pfft, nothing—absolutely nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Why, Al, if I had a dinar for every time someone asked me that�� well, actually, you’re the first. But still, there’s nothing there.”

“Uh-huh,” Aladdin replied, unconvinced. “So that’s why you’ve been staring at her for the past ten minutes?”

Genie crossed his arms and looked offended. “I was not staring. I was… observing. Like an artist appreciates a masterpiece. Completely platonic, mind you.”

Aladdin chuckled, patting Genie’s shoulder. “If you say so. But, just so you know, you’re not exactly subtle.”

Meanwhile, Jasmine was strolling through the courtyard with Maya, a sly smile tugging at her lips. She’d noticed how Maya’s usually confident demeanor seemed to falter whenever Genie was nearby. It was almost endearing how obvious the two of them were.

“You know,” Jasmine began casually, “Genie’s been glancing over here a lot. He must really enjoy your company.”

Maya’s pale cheeks flushed a light pink. “Oh, I doubt that,” she said quickly. “He’s just… friendly. You know how he is. Everyone loves Genie.”

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “That’s true, but I’ve never seen him look at anyone quite like he looks at you. You might want to think about acting on that.”

Maya’s eyes widened. “Act on what?”

“Oh, come on, Maya,” Jasmine teased. “It’s written all over both of your faces. You like him, and he likes you. Why not do something about it?”

Maya bit her lip, suddenly finding the fountain water extremely interesting. “It’s not that simple. What if I… what if he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Trust me,” Jasmine said with a wink, “He does.”

Back on the other side of the courtyard, Aladdin decided to take matters into his own hands. “Hey, Genie, why don’t you go talk to Maya? She looks like she could use some company.”

Genie hesitated, his usual bravado faltering. “I don’t know, Al. What if I say something stupid? Or worse, what if I say nothing at all?”

“Then you’ll be exactly where you are now,” Aladdin replied. “But if you go over there, who knows? Maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

Genie floated down to the ground, smoothing his goatee nervously. “You’re sure about this?”

Aladdin grinned and gave him a playful shove. “Go get ‘er, big guy.”

Genie stumbled forward, catching himself just as he reached Maya and Jasmine. He cleared his throat, his usual charm struggling to make an appearance. “Hey, Maya. Fancy meeting you here by this lovely fountain. Did I mention how lovely it is? Almost as lovely as… uh… you.”

Maya looked up, her heart skipping a beat. “Oh, hi, Genie. That’s… sweet of you to say.”

Jasmine, sensing the opportunity, excused herself with a knowing smile. “I’ll leave you two to chat.”

As soon as she was gone, an awkward silence fell between them. Genie shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his usual wit nowhere to be found. Maya, emboldened by Jasmine’s words, decided to break the tension.

“You know,” she said softly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

Genie perked up, his eyes wide. “Yeah? What’s that?”

Maya took a deep breath. “I really enjoy spending time with you. You make me laugh, and you make me feel… special.”

Genie’s expression softened, and his usual exuberance gave way to genuine tenderness. “Maya, you’re not just special. You’re… amazing. And not just because you’re beautiful or smart, but because you’re you. I… I really like being around you too.”

They stood there for a moment, the golden light of the setting sun wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Neither of them noticed Jasmine and Aladdin peeking around the corner, grinning like the mischievous matchmakers they were.

Finally, Genie reached out, his large blue hand hovering near Maya’s. She smiled and placed her hand in his, their fingers intertwining naturally.

“So,” Genie said, his grin returning, “does this mean you’ll let me take you on a magic carpet ride sometime?”

Maya laughed, her silver hair catching the last rays of sunlight. “I’d like that very much.”

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Genie and Maya stayed by the fountain, lost in their own little world, while Aladdin and Jasmine exchanged a triumphant high-five in the shadows. Their work here was done.

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Eating the eye candy

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: While fixing a fountain, Genie catches Maya blatantly ogling him.

The courtyard fountain sparkled under the midday sun, its gentle splashes creating a soothing melody. Genie crouched beside it, fiddling with the mechanism that had been acting up all morning. Sweat glistened faintly on his cobalt-blue skin, a reminder of the desert’s unforgiving heat.

Maya, leaning against a nearby column, was supposed to be helping. Instead, her gaze lingered shamelessly on the broad expanse of his back.

She was staring, and she knew it.

Her fingers curled against the marble column as she tried to suppress the flush creeping up her cheeks. They were in love—she knew every corner of his heart, every mischievous grin, every tender word. But right now, as she watched the smooth, flexing lines of his muscles with every movement, she couldn’t stop herself from drinking in the sight of him.

He shifted slightly, turning to reach for a tool, and her breath hitched.

Genie, perceptive as ever, caught her out of the corner of his eye. A smirk spread across his lips, but he didn’t look at her right away. Instead, he took his time straightening up, stretching his arms over his head as if to shake out the tension in his shoulders. The motion made every muscle in his torso ripple in a way that had her knees feeling suspiciously weak.

When he finally turned to face her, his smirk had blossomed into a full-blown grin. “Enjoying the view, doll?”

Maya’s heart jumped. She pushed off the column, feigning nonchalance, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her. “What view?” she quipped, her tone lighter than her pounding heart.

Genie stepped closer, one eyebrow raised, the grin never leaving his face. “Oh, come on,” he teased, his voice low and playful. “You’re practically undressing me with your eyes. Which, considering I’m already shirtless, is pretty impressive.”

Maya groaned, burying her face in her hands for a moment before peeking up at him. “Can you blame me?” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Genie stopped in his tracks, his teasing grin softening into something infinitely sweeter. “Blame you?” He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “Sweetheart, you’re the only person I’d want looking at me like that.”

Her blush deepened, but she found herself smiling back at him. “You’re impossible,” she murmured.

“And you’re adorable,” he shot back, leaning in closer until their foreheads almost touched. His voice dipped into a whisper, rich with affection. “But if you keep looking at me like that, I’m never gonna finish fixing that fountain.”

Maya laughed, her embarrassment melting away under the warmth of his gaze. “Maybe I don’t want you to finish.”

Genie’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Careful, Maya,” he murmured. “You keep saying things like that, and I might have to drop everything just to make sure you’re properly distracted.”

“Oh, I’m already distracted,” she teased, threading her fingers around his ponytail. 

Genie chuckled, then leaned in to kiss her—a kiss filled with all the love, passion, and humor that defined their bond. When they pulled apart, Maya couldn’t help but laugh softly, her heart full.

“Alright, alright,” Genie said, stepping back reluctantly. “Let me finish this up, and then I’m all yours. Deal?”

“Deal,” she said, her voice light but her eyes still lingering on him.

And as Genie turned back to the fountain, Maya couldn’t help but think she was the luckiest person in the world.

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Golden Hour

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: During a golden sunset, Genie stumbles upon Maya dancing, her grace captivating him completely. Drawn together by the moment, they share a playful yet tender waltz.

The golden hour draped Agrabah in its resplendent glow, the fading sunlight casting elongated shadows and illuminating the vast expanse of the palace. Within its high-ceilinged halls, the grandeur of the palace was magnified by the interplay of light and space. One particular room, bathed in hues of orange and yellow, seemed to come alive with the sunset’s warm embrace. It was a sacred hour, a fleeting moment where time slowed, and the palace seemed to breathe with quiet reverence.

Maya was unaware of the world outside. Her bare feet moved soundlessly across the smooth marble floor, her silver anklets chiming delicately with each step. The silk scarf tied around her hips accentuated the sway of her movements, catching the golden light as it fluttered. She was a vision—her dark brown hair cascading down her back like a river of silk, her purple skin glowing against the fiery colors of the room. Her eyes were closed, lost in the rhythm of her own creation, her body bending and swaying in a sensual dance that spoke of freedom, joy, and unrestrained grace.

Her hips moved with a hypnotic rhythm, undulating in fluid motions that mirrored the shifting sands of the desert. The soft rustle of her clothing blended with the faint tinkling of her jewelry, creating a melody that was as intoxicating as it was ethereal. She raised her arms above her head, her hands twisting and flowing like the tendrils of smoke from a shisha pipe, her fingers adorned with rings that glimmered in the fading light. Her movements were slow, deliberate, yet effortlessly natural, as though the music existed only in her mind and her body was the instrument.

Unbeknownst to her, Genie had been walking through the corridor, humming a jaunty tune to himself. His cobalt blue form shimmered faintly as he rounded the corner, his usual buoyant demeanor subdued by the serenity of the evening. He froze mid-step when his gaze fell upon the scene before him. For a moment, he wondered if he had wandered into a dream. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes fixated on Maya.

She was stunning. No—she was beyond stunning. She was mesmerizing, like a siren luring sailors with her song, only she needed no music to captivate him. The way her body moved, so confident and carefree, left him utterly spellbound. Her dance was sensual but not ostentatious, a perfect blend of allure and artistry. The sunlight kissed her skin, making her seem almost otherworldly, a goddess descending to bless the mortal realm.

Genie leaned against the archway, his arms crossed as he drank in the sight. His heart swelled with love and admiration, a feeling so intense it left him momentarily speechless. He had always known Maya was beautiful, but this… this was something else entirely. She was radiant, her very presence filling the room with an energy that resonated with his own.

Maya twirled, her scarf swirling around her like a halo of fire, her laughter light and uninhibited. It was only then that she opened her eyes and caught sight of him. She faltered for just a heartbeat, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.

“Genie,” she said, her voice breathless but warm. “How long have you been standing there?”

Genie pushed off the wall and sauntered toward her, his grin wide and teasing, though his eyes were filled with a tender reverence.

“Long enough to know I’ve been blessed with the best view in all of Agrabah,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. “Sweetheart, you’re… breathtaking.”

Maya’s blush deepened, but she smiled, her hands resting on her hips. “Flatterer,” she teased, though her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his tone.

Genie held out his hand, his grin softening into a look of invitation. “Mind if I join you? I might not have your moves, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Maya laughed, the sound like a melody in the golden room. She took his hand, her fingers curling around his. “I’d love that.”

With a flick of his wrist, Genie conjured a soft, unseen melody that filled the air. It was slow and sultry, perfectly matching the mood of the setting sun. He placed his other hand on her waist, and together, they began to sway. At first, he let her lead, his eyes never leaving hers as he marveled at the way her body moved against his. She spun and twirled, her laughter ringing out as she pulled him into her world of rhythm and grace.

Genie, ever the showman, added his own flair. He spun her dramatically, then dipped her low, his strong arms holding her securely. Maya’s dark brown hair cascaded like a waterfall, her laughter bubbling up as she gazed up at him. The world seemed to pause in that moment, the air thick with magic and love.

Genie leaned down, his voice low and tender. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Maya.”

Her laughter softened into a smile, her eyes shining with affection. “And you… are the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He kissed her then, his lips brushing hers with a tenderness that spoke of infinite devotion. The room, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, seemed to shimmer with the intensity of their love. The unseen melody swirled around them, and for that brief, perfect moment, there was nothing in the world but the two of them—dancing, loving, and existing in a paradise of their own making.

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NSFW Alphabet

Maya x Genie

Warning: Smut

A = Aftercare

Genie, being the playful and energetic character he is, is surprisingly tender after their intimate moments. He’s all about ensuring Maya feels cared for, relaxed, and comfortable after their encounters. Whether it's wrapping her in a cozy blanket made of magic or giving her sweet kisses on her forehead, he’s extremely affectionate and thoughtful. He loves to make her laugh and ensures she’s fully satisfied emotionally as well as physically. He’ll conjure small acts of kindness, like a glass of water or soft music, and may even pull out a pillow fort for extra comfort.

B = Body Part

Genie’s favorite body part of his own is his ears. They’re incredibly sensitive, and he often finds himself getting more turned on by light touches or kisses on them than he would expect. And he loves when Maya traces them gently with her fingers or nibbles on them. It drives him wild in the best way.

For Maya, Genie adores her strong thighs. He’s captivated by their power and grace, loving the way they feel when they’re pressed against him, how they support her in everything she does, and the way they tremble when she's excited. He often traces the curve of her thighs with his fingers, kissing them reverently, finding them both sexy and comforting.

C = Cum

Genie prefers to release inside Maya, feeling the depth of their connection when he does. He enjoys the warmth of her body around him. When he releases in her mouth, it’s always with a mix of admiration and pure pleasure, knowing that she enjoys giving him that satisfaction as much as he loves receiving it. He’s not overly messy, but his excitement sometimes makes things a bit wild. Given his magical vitality and energy, his release is often intense and abundant. Sometimes, it slips out of her due to the sheer volume. 

D = Dirty Secret

While Genie loves to joke around and often hides behind his humor, he secretly has a much deeper side when it comes to intimacy. His dirty secret? He’s an incredibly affectionate partner who craves emotional connection just as much as physical. He may joke about being "the best lover in the universe," but deep down, he fears being vulnerable. He’s scared of falling too deeply for someone—he’s been alone for so long that letting his guard down takes effort. But with Maya, he feels safe enough to open up more than he ever has.

E = Experience

Genie is undoubtedly ancient, having lived for centuries and accumulated plenty of experience in matters of love and pleasure. However, being trapped in his lamp for ten thousand years meant he couldn’t exactly indulge in physical experiences during that time. As a result, he’s a little "rusty" when it comes to intimacy, often overwhelmed by the sensations, especially when it comes to Maya.

With her, though, everything feels new again. She awakens something in him that he hasn’t felt in eons. The rediscovery of intimacy with Maya is both exciting and humbling. He may sometimes be a little clumsy or lost in the intensity of their moments, but Maya’s patience and affection guide him through, reminding him of the passion and joy that can still be found, even after all this time.

F = Favorite Sexual Position

Genie loves positions that allow for closeness and connection—anything that lets him be physically close to Maya while still being able to lavish her with attention. He particularly enjoys spooning or positions where they can hold each other, feeling the emotional closeness as much as the physical. He’s also not afraid to experiment, using his magical abilities to make things more fun—changing gravity or surroundings to spice things up, but always with a focus on making Maya feel safe and cherished.

G = Goofy

Genie’s goofy nature never leaves him, even during intimacy. He’s the type who might make a silly face or crack a joke to lighten the mood, especially when things start to get too serious. His humor is part of his charm, and he finds that making Maya laugh during intimate moments makes her feel more comfortable and relaxed. Whether it's a random dance move or an exaggerated kiss, he loves keeping things fun and spontaneous, ensuring Maya never feels overwhelmed.

H = Hair

Genie has no hair—he’s completely smooth, from his head to his chest to his member. As a magical being, he has the ability to alter his appearance at will, and he chooses to remain hairless. His smooth, sleek skin is part of his usual genie appearance, giving him a polished, almost ethereal look. Maya, however, adores the feeling of his smooth skin against hers, finding it incredibly sensual.

I = Intimacy

Genie’s intimacy with Maya is deeply emotional and affectionate. He’s all about making sure she feels valued and safe in their bond. He’s not just about the physical act but cherishes the moments where they share quiet, meaningful conversations, stolen kisses, and emotional closeness. For him, intimacy is about connecting on a deeper level, where their magic intertwines not just in the act but in shared love and affection. He loves when she takes charge, surprising him with a tender touch or initiating a kiss.

J = Jack Off

Genie, having been alone in his lamp for ten thousand years, found himself in need of release more than once. While he couldn’t physically interact with others during that time, he learned to master the art of self-pleasure. His magic allowed him to bring himself to climax through illusions and the ability to create multiple sensations at once, which helped alleviate the frustration of isolation.

Now, with Maya in his life, the temptation is even greater. The thought of her—her touch, her voice, the way she makes him feel—drives him wild. Sometimes, when he’s alone in his lamp, he can’t help but give in to the urge, touching himself while imagining her in every way possible. His magic amplifies the pleasure, creating vivid illusions of her or even generating extra hands to heighten his experience.

K = Kink

Genie has a deep-seated praise kink, rooted in the loneliness he endured in the lamp. For so long, he believed he was nothing more than a wish granter, a servant to others’ desires. But with Maya, everything changes. Her admiration and praise during their intimate moments mean the world to him. Hearing her tell him how good he is, how she loves his touch, and how she feels because of him is a powerful turn-on. It makes him feel seen, desired, and appreciated, something he hadn’t experienced in millennia.

With their magic, they take role-play to new heights. Genie can create vivid scenarios and fantasies, making him feel like he’s more than just the genie of the lamp—he’s the powerful, desired lover that Maya craves. The magic allows them to switch roles or amplify the sensations, and with each compliment she gives him, he feels more confident and connected to her. He craves that verbal affirmation, and Maya happily indulges him, knowing just how to push his buttons to bring him to the edge.

L = Location

Genie enjoys variety in their locations, though he’s always focused on comfort and privacy. While he loves the luxurious, secluded areas within the palace, such as hidden chambers or even the top of a magical tower, he’s also spontaneous and adventurous. He might surprise Maya with a romantic moment in a garden illuminated by magic, or even transport them to an exotic location using his powers, such as a secluded island or a starry sky above. The location isn’t as important as the connection, but he certainly enjoys surprising her with breathtaking settings.

M = Motivation

What turns Genie on the most is the way Maya interacts with him and the world around them. He can’t resist when she kisses the edge of his ears, her soft lips sending electric sparks through him, making him weak with desire. The gentle touch of her fingers on his chest, or the way she toys with his lamp, always catches his attention—it's a subtle but powerful reminder of their connection, and it drives him wild.

But what really excites him is when Maya is being a badass. Watching her effortlessly kick villains' asses, her confidence and strength on full display, makes his heart race. There’s something about her fierceness that fuels him, and the sight of her in action is incredibly alluring. It makes him feel both proud and possessive, and it stirs something deep within him that he can't quite control.

N = No

Genie doesn’t have many hard limits when it comes to sex. However, he is not a fan of anything that feels too cold or distant, like emotional detachment or being treated without affection. He craves emotional connection just as much as physical, so anything that feels shallow or impersonal is a major turn-off. He also avoids any form of harm or discomfort—he would never hurt Maya or allow her to feel anything other than cherished.

O = Oral

Genie is skilled at giving oral pleasure, and he’s always eager to make Maya feel good. His magic allows him to enhance his abilities, turning oral pleasure into something that’s almost otherworldly. He enjoys the power of making her feel cherished, and he loves the intimacy of it. He also has a playful side, so he’s not above teasing her a little with his magical abilities, creating an experience that’s both tender and exciting.

Genie enjoys both giving and receiving oral, though he has a particular weakness for being on the receiving end. Being as sensitive as he is, the feeling of Maya’s lips and tongue working him over sends waves of pleasure through his body. It’s almost enough to make his knees buckle, his usually composed demeanor faltering as he struggles to keep control. He’s incredibly responsive to the way she touches him, the intensity building with each movement.

P = Pace

Genie enjoys mixing things up with the pace of their intimacy. Sometimes he’s slow and tender, savoring every touch and kiss, while other times, he’s more passionate and eager, caught up in the heat of the moment. His magic can help control the pacing too, adjusting things to fit the mood—whether it’s a slow, sensual build-up or a more immediate, desperate release. He’s very in-tune with Maya’s needs and adjusts accordingly to make sure she’s always satisfied.

Q = Quickie

Genie is not averse to quickies, especially if the passion is intense and the need is immediate. Whether it's a rushed kiss in a secret passageway or a playful moment in the garden, he knows how to make the most of a brief moment. While he loves long, intimate sessions, he’s also not against the spontaneity of a quick and intense moment.

R = Risk

Genie loves experimenting and is very open to new experiences, especially when it involves Maya. He enjoys taking risks in their intimacy, whether it's trying new positions, using his magic in unconventional ways, or simply exploring different sides of their relationship. He’s not afraid to push boundaries and enjoys the thrill of discovering new aspects of their connection.

S = Stamina

Despite his magical nature, Genie has impressive stamina, partly due to his boundless energy and magical vitality. He can go for multiple rounds, ensuring that Maya is always satisfied and never left wanting. His energy is almost infinite, and his eagerness to please means he’s always ready for another round, especially if Maya is enjoying herself.

T = Toys

Genie is all in when it comes to toys—he finds them incredibly fun and exciting to experiment with. With his magic, he can conjure up a variety of toys, each one designed to enhance their pleasure in different ways. The thrill of trying something new, whether it’s a vibrator, a dildo, or something more unconventional, excites him. He loves seeing how responsive Maya is to them, the way her body reacts to each new sensation, and how they both get caught up in the excitement of their play. For Genie, it’s not just about the toys themselves, but about how they deepen their connection, making their intimate moments even more dynamic and thrilling.

U = Unfair

While Genie does enjoy teasing, he’s never unfair about it. He loves to build anticipation, to draw things out just enough to make the moment even more intense, but he would never deny Maya anything she desires. His teasing is playful and lighthearted, always aimed at enhancing their connection, not causing frustration. He knows what she likes and how to make her feel wanted and adored, so while he may playfully withhold a touch or a kiss for a moment, he always gives her what she craves in the end. His ultimate goal is their mutual pleasure, and he would never make her feel deprived or unappreciated.

V = Volume

Genie can't keep silent—he’s incredibly vocal in bed, unable to hold back his moans and groans as pleasure consumes him. His reactions are loud, guttural, and full of emotion, especially when Maya touches him just right. He moans her name over and over, his voice thick with desire, as he loses himself in the moment. It’s a miracle no one ever hears them during their intimate moments, as his noises are practically impossible to contain. His sensitivity only makes it worse—every touch, every kiss, drives him to new heights of pleasure, and he can’t help but express it fully. Genie’s lack of restraint adds to the intensity, making their connection even more passionate and raw.

W = Wild Card Sex

Genie’s wild side comes through in their intimate moments, especially when he uses his magic to amplify the experience. He’s always looking for new ways to make things exciting, whether it’s through creating illusions that make their connection feel even more real or experimenting with his shapeshifting abilities to change the atmosphere. Sometimes, he’ll conjure different settings—like making the surroundings feel like a beach at sunset or a lavish bedroom in the clouds—to add a touch of fantasy to their already magical bond. His creativity knows no bounds, and he loves surprising Maya with new scenarios that heighten their pleasure. His wild card is his sense of adventure, making every encounter with him an unforgettable, electrifying experience.

X = X-ray

Genie’s body is nothing short of extraordinary, reflecting his magical nature. His form is tall, muscular, and smooth, with a powerful build that exudes strength and vitality. His member is massive, a reflection of his non-human nature—long, thick, and veiny, easily commanding attention. The skin is a striking deep blue at the base, transitioning to a rich purple at the tip, adding to the exotic allure of his otherworldly form. His size and appearance leave no doubt about his power and magic, and when he’s aroused, it only grows more impressive. The sight of him in his full glory is enough to leave anyone breathless, a testament to the magical vitality that runs through his veins.

Y = Yearning

Genie’s yearning for Maya is constant, but it intensifies in moments of physical closeness. His desire for her is deep-rooted, more than just physical attraction—it’s a hunger for connection, for intimacy, for a shared bond that he’s never experienced before. After so many years in isolation, his longing for her touches every part of him, his desire for her almost insatiable. Whether it's a soft kiss, a heated moment, or simply the way she looks at him, his yearning never fully fades. It’s a fire that keeps him eager for her, knowing that every encounter will be an adventure, a deeper connection, a chance to explore his feelings for her in ways he never thought possible.

Z = Zzz

After their intense moments together, Genie is surprisingly relaxed, given his usual energetic nature. He tends to fall asleep quickly, often with his arms wrapped around Maya, holding her close as he drifts off. His sleep is peaceful, his magical energy spent, and he’s content to simply rest with her. If they’ve had particularly intense sessions, he may drift off to sleep with a satisfied, relaxed smile, feeling at ease for the first time in a long while.

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Just a touch of your love is enough

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Genie, scarred by centuries of servitude, struggles with intimacy despite Maya's love. Under the stars, her tender touch helps him begin to heal and embrace the warmth of affection he’s long denied himself.

Warning: Angst, touch-starved.

After millennia spent in the confining, shadowy depths of a lamp, serving cold and distant masters, Genie was finally free. No longer bound by the shackles of servitude, he had become his own master at last, thanks to the courageous act of his best friend Aladdin. Not only had he gained his freedom, but he had also found the woman of his dreams and a new family that welcomed him with open arms. For the first time, Genie truly felt free.

However, freedom alone was not enough to heal the deep, festering wounds of his past. Having lived a life steeped in solitude and unending servitude, Genie had endured many hardships. He had suffered the relentless pain of obeying cruel, malevolent masters whose hearts were as cold as the metal of the lamp that imprisoned him. Treated as a mere tool, his vibrant personality and longing for expression were stifled and suppressed.

The confinement within his lamp for thousands of years added another layer of torment. The cramped, dark space became both his prison and his world, the walls closing in on him as centuries passed by in oppressive silence. The isolation was maddening, a stark contrast to his innate desire for connection and interaction. The lamp's interior was devoid of warmth, a stark, lonely void that only deepened his despair.

But the worst part of it all was the aching absence of human warmth. Throughout his long, sorrowful existence, he had been deprived of the simple, comforting embrace of another being. A hug, a touch, even a kind word—these small gestures of affection were foreign to him, yet they were what he craved the most. Although he always donned a cheerful smile and maintained his sharp, unwavering sense of humor, a subtle and persistent sadness lingered in his eyes. 

Despite the newfound freedom and love in his life, the scars of his past remained. 

Maya was quite a tactile person with those she loved. She delighted in the simple intimacy of touch, often placing her hands on their arms or shoulders as a gesture of affection. She loved running her fingers through Jasmine's silky hair or playfully patting Aladdin's back. These small, affectionate touches were her way of expressing her deep connection with those around her.

With Genie, her affection took on an even more profound dimension. She cherished the moments when she could hold his hand, feeling the warmth and strength in his grip. Hugging him was one of her greatest joys, wrapping her arms around him and feeling his comforting embrace in return. These moments of closeness were precious to her, a tangible expression of the love they shared.

However, since they had been together, such moments had become increasingly rare. The looming threat of Jafar had cast a shadow over their lives, demanding their constant attention and vigilance. Maya's discovery of her new identity, realizing she was part genie, part human, had been a tumultuous revelation that further complicated their relationship. And then there was Genie's whirlwind tour around the world, a journey he had long dreamed of but one that took him away from her for extended periods.

The demands of these events had kept them apart more than she had anticipated. Since he had come back from his travels, the opportunity to reconnect and make up for lost time had eluded them. The chaos of their adventures and the responsibilities they bore weighed heavily on their relationship, making it difficult to find those cherished moments of closeness they both longed for.

At first, she didn't suspect anything, but very quickly, Maya began to notice subtle signs. It wasn't just a matter of Genie being uncomfortable when she touched him; it was the nuanced way he reacted—a slight tensing of his muscles, a hesitant glance that flickered across his features before settling into a strained smile. It was as though he wanted to reciprocate her touch, to embrace it with the same ease and warmth she offered, but something held him back, an invisible barrier neither of them could fully understand.

The realization came one afternoon at the palace. They were gathered with Jasmine and Aladdin, the atmosphere casual and relaxed. Maya, in her usual affectionate manner, reached out to touch Genie's shoulder lightly. In that split second, she saw it—the subtle shift in his posture, the almost imperceptible retreat as he subtly angled his body away from her hand. It was a reflexive response, quick yet telling, betraying a discomfort that lingered beneath his cheerful exterior.

Puzzled by this behavior, Maya began to observe him more closely. She noticed how he avoided physical contact not just with her, but with others as well. During conversations, he would unconsciously step back if someone leaned in too close or instinctively move his hands away if they brushed against his. It was a dance of evasion, subtle yet unmistakable to someone attuned to his every gesture.

And then there were the moments when someone inadvertently touched him—a casual brush of an arm, an accidental bump in a crowded room. In those fleeting seconds, Maya saw a flicker of unease in his eyes, a vulnerability that momentarily pierced through his usual composure. 

Concerned by Genie's behavior, Maya decided to approach him gently one evening. They found themselves alone together, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm ambiance on the balcony. The night sky stretched above them, adorned with twinkling stars that seemed to mirror the uncertainty in Maya's heart.

They settled onto plush cushions, designed for comfort under the open sky. Genie, normally exuberant and larger than life, appeared contemplative as he gazed at the celestial expanse, his features softened by the gentle moonlight. Maya watched him intently, her own thoughts swirling with concern and a desire to understand.

Summoning her courage, Maya began, her voice a soft murmur against the quiet night. "Genie, you know you can tell me if something is troubling you, right?"

Startled, Genie turned towards her, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Of course, Maya. What's on your mind?"

Maya hesitated briefly, sensing the weight of her words. "Is there something bothering you? You seem... distant lately."

Genie's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes searching hers as if weighing his response. "No, everything's alright," he replied with a reassuring smile, though Maya detected a hint of unease beneath the surface.

Drawing closer, Maya extended her hand towards his, a gentle invitation tinged with concern. Genie's reaction was subtle yet unmistakable—a fleeting tension in his shoulders.

"So, it doesn't bother you if I hold your hand?" Maya asked softly, her voice filled with a mix of hope and apprehension.

Genie's reaction was immediate yet restrained. He tensed, his gaze flickering uncertainly before he withdrew his hand with a gentle, apologetic gesture. Maya felt a pang of disappointment but held her ground, determined to delve deeper into the mystery that troubled her beloved friend.

"Genie," she sighed with genuine concern, her voice a whisper against the night breeze, "I've noticed you've been avoiding physical contact lately. Can we talk about it?"

His eyes shifted away momentarily, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. "It's... it's just a habit, Maya," he replied softly, his tone tinged with evasion.

Maya met his gaze with unwavering compassion. "I don't think it's just a habit," she persisted gently, her heart aching with the desire to understand and support him.

Maya waited patiently, giving Genie the space to share what weighed on his heart, knowing that their bond was strong enough to weather any uncertainty or fear that held him back.

She observed him with a steady gaze, the soft glow of lanterns casting gentle shadows across the balcony where they sat. Maya's heart beat anxiously as she awaited his response, sensing the weight of his words before they were spoken.

Finally, after a deep breath, Genie began to speak. His eyes, usually sparkling with wit and mischief, now avoided hers, focused on some distant point beyond the horizon. Each word emerged slowly, as if dredged up from deep within a reservoir of ancient pain.

"I spent millennia trapped in that lamp, summoned by masters who saw me as nothing more than a tool," he confessed, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness beneath the weariness. "None of them ever treated me with tenderness or affection. I learned to survive without expecting any human warmth... without needing it."

Maya listened with a mix of heartache and empathy, feeling the weight of his millennia-long solitude pressing against her own heart. His vulnerability pierced her soul, resonating with a profound sadness that spoke of a lifetime of unmet longing.

"I long for that warmth, that physical closeness, that tenderness," he continued, his voice wavering slightly. "But it's unfamiliar to me, overwhelming. I don't know how to navigate it."

Her eyes never left his face, her heart breaking with every word he uttered. She saw the cracks in his composure, the fragility of his spirit laid bare before her. He was the genie who granted wishes with a flourish, yet here he was, revealing the tender wounds of a soul starved for affection.

"It's okay, I've learned to live without it," he murmured softly, almost to himself. "I've convinced myself that I don't deserve such displays of affection."

Looking at him, her eyes blurred with tears, Maya saw him as never before—fragile, wounded, yet still bearing a resilience that had kept him going through millennia of hardship. Her own heart broke for him, for the loneliness he had endured and the barriers he had erected around his emotions.

His words hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, silence enveloped them like a cocoon. Maya felt a wave of emotion swell within her, a mix of sorrow, empathy, and fierce determination to break through the walls he had built around his heart.

When he turned to see her silently weeping, his own heart shattered. He immediately blamed himself for causing her pain, his expression a mix of regret and longing to undo the hurt he had inadvertently caused.

"This world is cruel if it has convinced you that you don't deserve affection," Maya whispered softly, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to contain her tears. Her words carried a depth of understanding and love, a plea to him to see himself through her eyes—as someone deserving of love, of tenderness, and of the warmth he had so long denied himself.

"Genie," she began, her voice quivering with emotion, "you deserve love. You deserve affection, tenderness, and every beautiful thing this world has to offer." Her words reverberated through the stillness of the night, carrying a fervent conviction born from the depths of her soul.

"All those awful masters who made you believe otherwise, who denied you the warmth of a gentle touch, who treated you as less than you are... they were wrong," she declared fiercely, her hands gesturing emphatically as if to banish the lingering shadows that haunted him. "I curse their cruelty and their ignorance for making you doubt your worth."

Drawing nearer, Maya reached out, her trembling hands cupping Genie's face gently yet firmly. Her eyes bore into his, refusing to let him look away. "I love you more than anything in this world," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I will help you heal from these wounds, from the scars they left on your soul. I will never leave you, and for as long as eternity lasts, I will cherish you as you deserve to be cherished."

Tears streamed freely down Maya's cheeks, her vulnerability laid bare before him. Her love for him poured out like a torrent, overwhelming in its intensity and sincerity. She caressed his cheek with her thumb, urging him to believe her words, to let her love wash away the pain of centuries past.

Genie stood there, stunned by her impassioned declaration, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. Maya's words echoed in his mind, breaking through the walls he had erected around his heart for so long. He felt a surge of emotion he had long suppressed, a yearning for the love and acceptance Maya offered so freely and unconditionally.

"I have to thank my lucky stars," Genie declared, his voice filled with genuine gratitude and warmth, his eyes reflecting the flickering lantern light that cast a gentle glow around them. "She put you in my path, and I couldn't have been luckier."

Moved by his words, Maya gently brushed away her tears with the back of her hand, her gaze unwavering as she looked deeply into his eyes.

"Do you trust me?" she asked softly, her voice a tender caress in the quietude of the evening.

"Always," he replied without hesitation, his voice a soothing melody that resonated in the tranquil air.

With a gentle grace, Maya shifted, straddling him, her movement deliberate yet tender, seeking to comfort and connect. "Close your eyes," she whispered, her touch feather-light as she guided him into a moment of vulnerability.

Genie obeyed, his trust in her palpable as he surrendered to her gentle command. Maya's fingertips traced a delicate path along his temples, her touch tender and reassuring. She applied gentle pressure, massaging away the invisible weight that often burdened his spirit, causing him to relax under her skilled hands.

Next, she let her touch glide down his cheeks, feeling the texture of his skin beneath her fingertips. She traced the contours of his goatee, her touch conveying admiration and affection. Playfully, she teased the curl under his chin, evoking a subtle shiver of delight from him that spoke volumes of his vulnerability in this moment.

Her fingers continued their exploration, lightly brushing over his lips, the sensation stirring a quiet intimacy between them. "You are magnificent," she whispered, her voice a gentle murmur that echoed through the night. "I cherish every part of you."

Genie remained still, enveloped in the tenderness of her touch and the depth of her words. Her gesture was more than a simple caress; it was a declaration of love and acceptance, a promise to embrace him fully despite his past scars and uncertainties.

Gently, she pressed her lips to his, bestowing a soft, delicate kiss that lingered with tenderness. The touch of their lips was like a whisper of affection, a silent promise of love and healing. She then moved to kiss one of his closed eyelids, her lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin, before repeating the gesture on the other. Each kiss was a delicate caress, a testament to her profound love and devotion.

Her hands traveled down to his neck, her fingers dancing lightly over the warm, smooth skin. She felt the gentle thrum of his pulse beneath her fingertips, a quiet reminder of his vulnerability and the depth of his trust in her. She caressed the contours of his neck, her touch tender and soothing.

Genie shivered at her touch, a subtle tremor that spoke of the emotions stirred within him. She felt him tense slightly, his body responding instinctively to the unfamiliar intimacy.

"Shhh, it's all right," she whispered against his lips, her breath warm and reassuring. "You have the right to be loved, you deserve my love. Feel each of my touches, let yourself be carried by the sensations I bring you."

Her words were a gentle command, an invitation to surrender to the moment and to the love she offered so freely. He began to relax under her fingers, the tension slowly melting away as he allowed himself to trust her completely.

Maya continued her exploration with care and tenderness, her hands gliding down to caress his chest. She traced the lines of his muscles with her fingertips, feeling the strength and warmth beneath his skin. Her touch was gentle, yet deliberate, each caress a silent affirmation of her love and admiration for him.

Her fingers moved lower, exploring the expanse of his torso. Her touch was a balm, soothing the old wounds etched into his soul, and she felt a profound sense of purpose in her actions.

The balcony seemed to fade away, the world narrowing down to just the two of them, bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns and the gentle night breeze. The scent of jasmine enveloped them, a fragrant reminder of the beauty and serenity of the night.

Maya continued to touch him tenderly, her fingers gliding over his skin with a gentle reverence. She caressed every part of his body, her touch light and soothing. The warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips, the slight tremors she felt as she traced the contours of his form, each moment was infused with deep love and care. But as her touch lingered, she began to feel him trembling more intensely beneath her fingers. She saw his lips quiver, his closed eyelids flutter.

"Everything is all right," she murmured softly, her voice like a calming balm, as she placed her hands gently on his cheeks.

Genie opened his eyes, and what she saw there took her breath away. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that was almost too much to bear. He was overwhelmed by the affection she had lavished upon him; it was a new, almost alien experience for him, and it was too much to take in all at once. The flood of emotions washed over him, leaving him raw and vulnerable.

"Oh Genie..." Maya whispered, her heart breaking at the sight of his tears. The sorrow and relief in his eyes spoke volumes of the pain he had carried for so long, pain that was now being slowly unraveled by her touch.

"Thank you..." he managed to murmur, his voice thick with emotion, his words choked by the sobs he could no longer hold back.

But the dam broke, and he was no longer strong enough to contain the flood of his emotions. He pulled Maya into his arms, holding her tightly, almost desperately, against him. He buried his face in her shoulder, his body wracked with sobs that shook him to his core. The years of loneliness, of unfulfilled longing for a simple touch, all came pouring out in a torrent of tears.

Maya held him as tightly as she could, her arms wrapped around him with a fierce protectiveness. She caressed his back in slow, soothing circles, her fingers threading through his hair, her touch tender and comforting. She whispered soft, reassuring words, her breath warm against his ear.

"You will never suffer from a lack of affection as long as I am alive," she whispered, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. "I love you."

Her words were a lifeline, pulling him out of the depths of his despair. He clung to her, his sobs gradually subsiding into quiet, ragged breaths. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in this cocoon of love and understanding. 

They stayed like that for a long time, the night deepening around them. But Maya didn't care. She could stay there forever, holding him, loving him, and healing the wounds that had scarred his heart for so long.

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Waking you up

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya wakes up to Genie’s gentle and loving attention, as he’s unable to resist showing her just how much he’s missed her. What starts as a tender morning quickly turns into a passionate and deeply intimate moment

Warning: Smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, body worship, romantic passion, teasing, soft dominance, intimate vulnerability.

Genie rolled over in their bed, letting out a heavy sigh. He turned onto his stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow to support his head. He tried to fall back asleep, but his mind remained wide awake despite his closed eyes.

Turning once more, he lay on his back and opened his eyes, gazing out through the silk curtains at the sunrise slowly spreading over the desert in the distance. The day was still far off, but sleep eluded him now.

His gaze drifted to Maya, asleep beside him. She lay curled up almost in a fetal position, her lips slightly parted as she breathed softly and deeply. Her tousled hair formed a halo around her head, and Genie found her utterly beautiful.

A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered the first time they met. Back then, he was just a Genie without purpose. But Maya had changed everything. She gave him a reason to be more than just a magical being bound by rules. With her, he felt truly free.

As he watched her, a wave of protectiveness washed over him. He would do anything to keep her safe, to see her happy. The thought of losing her was unbearable, a fear that had kept him awake many nights. But now, in the stillness of the early morning, he let himself revel in the peaceful moment they shared.

"How did I get so lucky?" he whispered to himself, not wanting to wake her.

As Genie watched Maya sleep peacefully, a wave of tenderness washed over him. He couldn't help but smile softly, marveling at how serene she looked in the early morning light. Despite his initial restlessness, being near her always brought a sense of calm.

He reached out gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face with careful fingers. She stirred slightly but remained peacefully asleep, her features softened by the morning light filtering through the curtains. Turning towards her, he gazed at her face with an expression of deep affection and admiration.

He traced the curve of her cheek with his fingertip, marveling at the tranquility that adorned her expression in slumber. The weight of their shared adventures and the challenges they faced seemed momentarily lifted from her delicate features. A smile tugged at the corner of Genie's lips as he watched her, overwhelmed by a surge of gratitude for having her by his side.

Leaning in, he whispered softly, "I love you, Maya."

The words were barely audible, but the sincerity behind them was profound.

Maya sighed softly in her sleep, shifting slightly before settling on her back, still deep in slumber. Unaware of Genie's gaze, the sheet that covered her slipped down her body, revealing a captivating sight to him. Through her nightgown, he could discern the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the outline of her nipples subtly visible beneath the fabric. Memories of their passionate night together flooded his mind, stirring a longing within him that he found difficult to ignore.

Genie felt an insatiable desire for her body, for her love, for the pleasure they shared. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, his excitement building as he observed her delicate features in the soft morning light. Yet, a part of him hesitated to wake her. Slowly and cautiously, he slipped under the covers.

Underneath the white sheets, the morning light filtered faintly, casting a gentle glow around her silhouette. In the dimness, her nightgown had ridden up, leaving her lower body completely bare. Genie approached her cautiously, careful not to wake her. His eyes traced over her stomach, the dusky purple hue of her skin captivating in the soft light. He placed a hand just below her navel, his touch gentle and reverent against her smooth skin. The warmth of her body radiated into his palm, grounding him in the moment.

His gaze lowered to her intimate area, her legs slightly parted, offering him an unguarded glimpse of her most private self. Her vulnerability in this peaceful state only deepened his affection for her. His hand moved slowly towards her pubis, the softness of her skin sending a shiver up his spine. As he touched her, Maya sighed softly, a breathy sound that made his heart race. Genie froze momentarily, fearing his touch might awaken her, but soon realized she remained deeply asleep, lost in her dreams.

He shifted again, positioning himself carefully between her legs, the delicate scent of her skin enveloping him. His heart swelled with love and longing, and he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above her skin, not daring to disturb her peace but unable to resist the pull of his affection.

But he didn't place his lips on her, not just yet. Instead, his hands gently moved to the inside of her thighs, slowly spreading her legs to give him better access to her vulva.

His fingers caressed her inner thighs, the skin smooth and inviting under his touch. Each movement was slow, deliberate, as if he were memorizing every inch of her. He leaned in closer, and with a mischievous smile, he blew softly on her most intimate area. His breath warm and steady caressed her lips and clitoris, and he watched with delight the way her body responded to his nearness. The way her legs parted more willingly, the slight arch of her back, even in sleep, spoke of the deep connection they shared.

Genie could feel his own desire growing, a mix of tenderness and yearning. He wanted to take his time, to savor every moment, every reaction. His breath, warm and teasing, made her stir slightly, her lips parting in a soft sigh that sent a thrill through him. The sound of her pleasure, even unconscious, was intoxicating.

He repeated the gentle breath once, then again, each time watching her closely, reveling in the way her body responded to his touch. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their shared intimacy—the rustle of sheets, the gentle sighs of her breath, the quiet murmur of his whispered endearments.

"Maya," he whispered softly, his voice filled with love and longing. "You are my everything."

She stirred again, her body instinctively moving towards his touch, her breathing becoming more pronounced. Genie felt a deep sense of satisfaction and joy, knowing that even in her sleep, she felt the bond they shared. He continued his tender exploration, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin, his breath a constant, teasing presence.

With infinite care, he pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, the touch feather-light. Genie took a deep breath, his desire for her nearly overwhelming, but he held back, cherishing this intimate moment of connection.

He continued to place warm, feather-light kisses along the soft skin of her inner thighs, each touch deliberate and tender, ensuring not to disturb her slumber, at least not yet. Maya, nestled in the warmth of their bed, emitted a soft sigh of contentment, her dreams now tinged with a sensuous allure that mirrored the intimacy unfolding around her.

Genie's smile widened as he felt her subtle response to his affectionate ministrations. His hands, large and gentle, moved with a reverence born of deep love and desire. Slowly, he shifted his touch, his fingertips tracing the curve of her hips before resting on the supple skin of her buttocks. With a delicate touch, he lifted her hips ever so slightly, adjusting her position to offer him better access, all the while marveling at the beauty before him.

The early morning light filtered through the silk curtains, casting a soft, golden glow upon Maya's form, accentuating the luscious lilac hue of her skin. Genie leaned in closer, his breath warm against her intimate area, teasing and inviting. He savored the moment, his lips hovering just above her vulva, the anticipation palpable in the air.

He placed a kiss on her vulva, his lips lingering in a slow, deliberate caress. Maya stirred ever so slightly, a subtle shift of her hips indicating a response to his touch, though she remained blissfully unaware in her slumber. Encouraged by her unconscious reaction, Genie continued his tender exploration. He kissed her again, the sensation lingering with each delicate movement of his lips against her sensitive skin.

Driven by a mixture of desire and devotion, Genie ventured further. His tongue, warm and gentle, traced a path from the base to the apex of her intimate folds. He parted her vaginal lips with care, reveling in the taste and texture of her arousal. Maya's breath hitched in response, a soft moan escaping her parted lips, which only spurred Genie's desire to proceed with even greater tenderness.

Fearful yet exhilarated by the prospect of awakening her, Genie momentarily halted his movements, his senses heightened as he listened for any sign of disturbance. When Maya remained peacefully asleep, he resumed his ministrations, determined to prolong this moment of intimate connection for as long as possible.

He continued to caress her with his tongue, each stroke infused with a deep affection and reverence. The room was filled with a hushed intimacy, the only sounds the gentle rustle of sheets and Maya's quiet sighs of pleasure. 

It didn't take him long to find her clitoris, that small, sensitive bundle of nerves promising exquisite pleasure. Genie's tongue traced a deliberate path around its contours, slow and rhythmic, before he applied a more direct touch with the broad, flat part of his tongue. Maya responded by shifting her hips once more, a deeper sigh escaping her lips, signaling her gradual awakening.

Undeterred by her stirring, Genie continued his tender exploration. He gently encircled her clitoris with his lips, creating a gentle suction that elicited a sharper intake of breath from Maya. As he suckled on the delicate flesh, Maya's movements became more pronounced, her arousal evident in the way her body responded to his touch.

Her eyelids fluttered open abruptly, transitioning from the realm of erotic dreams to the tangible pleasure that Genie was skillfully administering. It took a moment for her to register the sensation, to realize that Genie was under the covers, his head nestled between her legs, fervently lavishing attention upon her.

The scene before her ignited a surge of excitement within Maya. She couldn't help but release a deep, guttural moan of pleasure, the sound reverberating in the quiet intimacy of their shared space. With an instinctive motion, she pushed the sheets aside, allowing her lover an unobstructed view of her flushed form and the desire that burned in her eyes as she locked gazes with him.

Genie met her gaze with unwavering devotion, his ministrations becoming even more focused and precise. His tongue moved with a delicate finesse, teasing and exploring her most intimate contours. Each stroke was a testament to his deep love and desire for her, each touch designed to elicit waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.

Maya's breath quickened, her fingers curling into the sheets as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her. She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving Genie's as he continued to suckle and caress her clitoris with an exquisite gentleness that sent shivers down her spine.

Maya parted her lips, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps interspersed with soft moans of pleasure. She remained in a haze between sleep and reality, completely immersed in the intense sensations coursing through her.

Genie never wavered from his focused gaze on her as he skillfully maneuvered his tongue, delving deep within her core. Maya's body responded instinctively, a slight jolt followed by a deeper sigh of pleasure escaping her lips. His movements were deliberate, each touch infused with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his love and devotion for her.

As Genie continued to explore her with his tongue, Maya's hand gently found its way to the back of his head. She moved in rhythm with him, guiding and encouraging his movements as he worked his magical touch upon her. His tongue moved with a slow, deliberate grace, alternating between gentle thrusts and sensual circles that heightened her arousal with each exquisite stroke.

The sensation was electric, each flick and caress of his tongue sending waves of pleasure radiating through her body. Maya trembled with delight, her senses overwhelmed by the intimacy and passion of their shared moment. She could feel Genie's adoration in every tender motion, his love expressed not just through words but through the sensual dance of his tongue against her skin.

He eventually replaced his tongue with one of his fingers, its gentle intrusion met with Maya's responsive wetness, which welcomed his touch eagerly. Genie's lips returned to her clitoris, where he applied a steady suction, intensifying the sensation building within her.

His finger delved deeper, exploring her depths with a rhythm that mirrored the quickening of Maya's breath. Each thrust was purposeful, drawing out soft gasps and moans from her as she arched her back, seeking a position that would amplify the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Maya's movements became more urgent, her hands gripping the sheets as she pushed herself closer to Genie. She instinctively drew nearer to him, her body instinctively responding to his touch as he skillfully brought her to the edge of bliss.

Feeling her arousal heighten, Genie added another finger, eliciting a sudden cry of pleasure from Maya. Her moans grew louder and more frenzied, echoing in the intimate space they shared. Her toes curled in anticipation, the sensation building to a peak that she knew would soon overwhelm her.

"Genie!" she gasped, her voice trembling with desire and ecstasy. Her free hand clutched at his shoulder, fingers digging into his skin as she held on to him, seeking support amidst the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her.

And without warning, the orgasm surged through her with overwhelming force. Maya's mouth opened in a silent gasp, her throat constricted by the intensity of her pleasure. Her entire body responded instinctively to the torrent of sensations coursing through her.

As the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, Maya's back arched sharply off the mattress, every muscle in her body tightening in a symphony of blissful tension. She felt as if she were floating, suspended in a kaleidoscope of sensations where every touch, every stroke from Genie ignited a cascade of fireworks deep within her core.

Genie's eyes remained fixed on her, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and tender adoration. He continued to suckle on her clitoris with unwavering energy, his fingers plunging rhythmically inside her, syncing with the frantic contractions of her vaginal muscles.

The room was filled with the scent of their mingled arousal, the air thick with the heat of their passion. Maya's toes curled and her fingers clawed at the sheets, seeking an anchor in the midst of her euphoria. She felt as though she were teetering on the edge of a precipice, held in suspense before plunging into the depths of pleasure.

As Genie guided her through the peaks of her climax, Maya surrendered completely to the sensations overwhelming her. Her body trembled with each surge of pleasure, her senses heightened to a point where every touch, every breath seemed magnified. She was lost in the intensity of the moment, consumed by the raw, primal ecstasy that Genie had awakened within her.

"Genie!" she finally managed to gasp, her voice a hoarse whisper of pure pleasure. Her gaze locked with his, conveying gratitude and love amidst the whirlwind of sensation. She held onto him desperately, fingers gripping his shoulder as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, her body still trembling with the echoes of her release.

Maya lay back on the bed, catching her breath, her chest rising and falling as she giggled with the adrenaline and dopamine surging through her veins. The intensity of her orgasm left her feeling both euphoric and content, a warm glow suffusing her entire body. Genie, with a tender smile, began kissing his way up her body, his lips leaving a trail of warmth and affection from her thighs to her stomach, then to her breasts, and finally up to her neck.

When he reached her lips, he kissed her deeply, savoring the connection they shared. They lingered in the kiss for a moment before pulling back, their eyes meeting with a shared look of love and joy.

"Good morning," Genie murmured, his voice husky and filled with affection.

"Good morning," Maya replied, her voice soft and still tinged with surprise. "I didn't expect to be woken up this way, but I loved it."

Genie chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I couldn't resist. You looked so beautiful, so peaceful. I just wanted to show you how much I love you."

Maya's eyes softened, a smile spreading across her face. "You did more than that. You made me feel incredible."

Genie kissed her again, this time more gently, his lips lingering on hers. "I love you, Maya. I love everything about you. Your strength, your kindness, your beauty. I would do anything for you."

Maya wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I love you too, Genie. You've brought so much joy into my life. I can't imagine being without you."

Genie's eyes sparkled with sincerity as he looked down at her. "I mean it, Maya. I'd move mountains for you. I'd fight dragons, cross deserts, anything to see you smile. Your happiness is everything to me."

Maya's heart swelled with emotion, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. "You make me so happy, Genie. Every day with you is a gift."

They lay there in the soft morning light, wrapped in each other's arms, their love a tangible force that seemed to fill the room.

"You know," Maya said playfully, her fingers trailing down his chest, "this is a pretty great way to start the day."

Genie laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I aim to please. And I have a few more tricks up my sleeve if you're interested."

Maya raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Oh, really? Do tell."

Genie leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Let's just say, the morning is still young, and I've got plenty of ways to show you just how much you mean to me."

Maya's laughter filled the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their shared intimacy. In that moment, surrounded by love and affection, they knew that whatever the day might bring, they would face it together, bound by the unbreakable bond of their love.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall | Pt 5

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya wakes to find the palace and Agrabah eerily deserted, her friends mysteriously trapped within a magical mirror. Determined to free them, she must uncover the enchantment's secrets and face her own untapped powers before it's too late.

Warning: Angst, failed rescue, enigmas, violence, death, dark magic.

This time, there was no rough and painful landing. Instead, Maya appeared gently on the polished, intricately patterned floor of the throne room. The mirror, standing before her, cast a faint, ethereal glow in the dimly lit room. As Maya gazed into its reflective surface, hoping to see the familiar faces of her friends, she felt a pang of dread. The absence of their images caused her heart to sink momentarily, fearing the worst—that perhaps they were truly gone.

Then, like a specter emerging from the shadows, the illusion of the sorcerer materialized within the mirror. His form flickered and wavered, a testament to the illusion's tenuous hold in the real world. His voice, laden with condescension and begrudging respect, echoed through the chamber.

"Well played, little one... You have proven stronger than I anticipated," he remarked, his tone a blend of grudging admiration and lingering malice.

Maya rose unsteadily to her feet, her legs still trembling like fragile reeds in a storm. She tried to project strength, her resolve hardening her features into a mask of determination.

"I've completed your trials. Now, fulfill your part of the bargain," she demanded, her voice firm despite the quiver of residual fear lingering beneath.

The sorcerer stroked his beard thoughtfully, his eyes glinting with a mixture of interest and mockery. The air around him seemed to crackle with dark energy, the remnants of his malevolent power.

"Do you really want to see the remains of your friends?" he asked, his tone dripping with insidious intent.

"I’m certain they are still alive. All of this was just a trick," Maya declared, her voice unwavering even as a knot of dread twisted in her stomach. Deep down, she wasn’t as sure as she pretended to be. The horrific images she had witnessed still haunted her mind, making her fear the worst.

The sorcerer’s lips curled into a sinister smile, his eyes narrowing. "Very well, so be it. As promised, I will release all the prisoners from the mirror and disappear forever. You will never hear from me again."

With a gesture of his hand, the sorcerer disappeared. Maya waited, her heart pounding in her chest, but for long seconds, nothing happened. She feared the sorcerer had lied to her when suddenly, the mirror began to glow with an ethereal light. The glass started to vibrate, emitting a high-pitched hum that sent shivers down her spine, and cracks began to form, spiderwebbing out from the center. Finally, the mirror shattered into a thousand glittering fragments.

Maya screamed in surprise and instinctively stepped back several paces, shielding herself with her arms from the flying shards of glass. When she dared to lower her arms and open her eyes, she saw them: Aladdin, Jasmine, the Sultan, Iago, Abu, and all her friends, standing before her, very much alive. And there, right in front, was Genie.

Seeing them alive, with the haunting images of their deaths still fresh in her mind, Maya burst into tears of overwhelming relief. Her breath hitched, and she placed her hands over her mouth to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. Her legs, weakened by exhaustion and emotion, gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to her knees on the cold, hard floor.

Genie was at her side in an instant, his face etched with worry. His normally cheerful demeanor was replaced with a look of deep concern. "Maya? Are you hurt? Is everything okay?" His voice was soft, almost pleading.

Maya couldn't speak for long moments. She just looked at his face, full of life and love, and reached out to place her trembling hands on his cheeks, caressing them, feeling the warmth beneath her palms. The reality of his presence, the solidity of his form, was almost too much for her to process.

Tears streamed down her face as she wept with joy at seeing him alive. "You're here..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "You're alive."

"Of course I'm alive," Genie replied, his worry deepening as he took in her tear-streaked face and trembling hands. "Maya, what happened?" His voice was gentle, trying to coax her back from the edge of her despair.

Maya took a shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. "I... I thought I lost you," she managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I thought I lost all of you. It felt so real..." Her words trailed off into a sob, and she clung to Genie as if afraid he might disappear again.

Genie wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "Shh, it's okay. We're here. We're all here," he murmured soothingly. His embrace was warm and solid, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

She closed her eyes, taking in the familiar scent of magic and warmth that clung to him. She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek, steady and reassuring. The terror and anguish of the trials she had faced began to melt away in the presence of her friends, replaced by a profound sense of relief and gratitude.

Around them, the others gathered, their faces etched with concern and relief. Aladdin knelt beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Maya, you're amazing," he said softly. "You saved us."

Jasmine, with tears in her eyes, added, "We knew you would come through for us. You're stronger than you know."

Maya looked around at their faces, each one filled with love and support. She realized that the sorcerer's trials had been designed to break her spirit, to make her believe she was alone and powerless. But the love and faith of her friends had given her the strength to overcome even her deepest fears.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for believing in me."

Genie pressed a kiss to her forehead, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Always," he said softly. "We'll always believe in you."

Maya took a deep, steadying breath and stood up, her legs still shaky but stronger than before.

Genie wrapped an arm around her waist to support her. The guards had returned to their posts, and the Sultan had resumed his place on the throne, a look of relief washing over his face. In the distance, the cheers and shouts of joy from the villagers filled the air, echoing through the palace corridors, a testament to their shared relief and happiness.

Aladdin, Jasmine, and Genie carefully guided Maya, still visibly shaken, into the plush and ornately decorated lounge. The room was filled with the soft glow of lanterns, their light casting comforting shadows on the walls adorned with intricate tapestries and rich silks. They gently seated her on a large, velvety cushion, its deep red fabric soft against her exhausted body. Genie remained by her side, his hand firmly gripping hers, offering a steady stream of reassurance through his warm touch.

Maya took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. The room fell silent, everyone waiting with bated breath. Her voice trembled as she began to recount her ordeal, the harrowing trials she had faced within the mirror. She described the haunting visions, the vivid and torturous illusions that played on her deepest fears—seeing Aladdin in peril, Jasmine trapped and suffering, the terror of Jafar's return, and the ultimate horror of witnessing Genie in pain.

Her words painted a vivid picture, each detail more horrifying than the last. Aladdin's eyes widened in shock as she spoke of his brutal battle and the heart-wrenching moment of his defeat. Jasmine gasped, a hand covering her mouth, as Maya described the gruesome scene of Jafar's monstrous attack and her helplessness in the face of it. Genie squeezed her hand tighter, his face a mix of anger and sorrow, as he heard of his own torment and her desperate pleas for it to end.

Maya's voice broke as she reached the climax of her story, tears streaming down her face. "I thought I had lost you all," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I felt so helpless, so broken. But then I realized it was all an illusion, a cruel trick to break my spirit."

Genie gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, his touch tender and reassuring. "You were incredibly brave, Maya," he said softly. "We owe you our lives."

Aladdin stepped forward, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. "We knew you could do it, Maya. You’ve always been our strength."

Jasmine knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You saved us all. Your courage and love brought us back."

Maya looked around at her friends, her heart swelling with relief and love. Despite the pain and the trials, they were here, alive and safe. The nightmare was over, and together, they could face anything that came their way.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall | Pt 4

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya wakes to find the palace and Agrabah eerily deserted, her friends mysteriously trapped within a magical mirror. Determined to free them, she must uncover the enchantment's secrets and face her own untapped powers before it's too late.

Warning: Angst, failed rescue, enigmas, violence, death, dark magic.

When the door closed behind her, Maya was plunged into total darkness. The cold was biting, wrapping around her like an icy shroud. She shivered violently, not yet fully recovered from her last trial, with the cruel words of her friends still echoing painfully in her mind. She dreaded the upcoming challenge, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Well done, little one," the gravelly voice of the sorcerer reverberated around her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Here is your final trial. If you manage to exit this room, I will release your friends."

Maya gritted her teeth, her jaw set with determination. The instruction was deceptively simple, which only heightened her wariness. She braced herself, expecting another cunning trap. Abruptly, a light flickered on above her, casting an eerie glow that barely pierced the vast darkness. She could make out the contours of an immense room filled with hundreds of mirrors, their surfaces glinting ominously in the dim light.

The mirrors stretched endlessly, reflecting countless versions of herself back at her. Each reflection seemed to hold a different expression—fear, determination, confusion, and resolve. The sight was disorienting, and Maya felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She steadied herself, taking a deep breath.

She moved forward cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly in the vast chamber filled with mirrors.  Maya's frustration simmered as she navigated through the maze of reflective surfaces, each one presenting a potential pathway or a dead end.

"I'm so fed up with these mirrors..." she muttered under her breath, her nerves taut from the constant uncertainty.

Her path appeared straightforward at first glance, as if the mirrors were guiding her towards a predetermined route. Yet Maya couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The simplicity of the task suggested a trap, a suspicion that gnawed at her resolve.

"Maya!"

The sudden call jolted her from her thoughts. Maya's heart skipped a beat as she saw Genie's worried face materialize behind one of the mirrors. Without hesitation, she hurried towards him, placing her hands on the cool glass.

"Genie!"

"I was so scared when you disappeared. What's happening? Are you alright?" Genie's concern was palpable, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"The sorcerer, his illusion is still active. He's subjecting me to trials. If I succeed, you'll all be freed," Maya explained, her eyes darting back and forth between Genie and the shifting reflections around them.

Before Genie could respond, a distant cry echoed through the chamber. Maya and Genie turned to see another mirror coming to life further ahead. Inside, Aladdin was engaged in a fierce battle against strange, shadowy creatures. 

"Aladdin!" she cried out, rushing towards the mirror.

"Maya, help me! Get me out of here," Aladdin pleaded desperately.

Maya pounded on the glass, her heart racing with fear and urgency. She could see Aladdin battling ferociously against the monstrous creatures within the mirror. His face was contorted in determination, sweat glistening on his brow as he fought for his life. But then, in a swift and unexpected motion, one of the creatures struck Aladdin with a massive blow, knocking him to the ground. Maya's breath caught in her throat as she watched helplessly. Before Aladdin could recover, the creature pounced on him, its claws tearing through his defenses. She saw his eyes widen in pain, heard his agonized cry pierce through the air, and then watched in horror as his body lay still, lifeless.

"No!!!" Maya screamed, her voice echoing in the chamber. She pounded desperately on the unyielding glass, her hands trembling with frustration and grief. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she witnessed the cruel scene unfold before her eyes.

"He couldn't be dead," she thought desperately, refusing to accept the reality of what she had just witnessed. Aladdin, who had always been there for her, who had stood by her side through countless trials and adventures, now gone in an instant. The weight of her failure pressed down upon her, overwhelming her with guilt and sorrow.

Maya sank to her knees in front of the mirror, her hands pressed against the cold surface. Her whole body shook with emotion as she gazed at Aladdin's lifeless form, wishing desperately for a way to undo what had happened. The magician's mocking voice taunted her from the shadows, a cruel reminder of the stakes at hand.

"Tic, tac, hurry up if you don't want to lose more friends," the voice sneered.

Maya's heart clenched with anguish, her mind racing with grief and determination. She couldn't afford to lose anyone else. With a deep breath, she wiped away her tears and stood up, her resolve hardening. Though devastated by the loss of Aladdin, she knew she had to push forward. The fate of her friends depended on her strength and perseverance.

With one last sorrowful look at the mirror, Maya turned away and continued her solitary journey through the labyrinth of mirrors.

As she continued forward, her heart shattered by the loss of Aladdin, Maya heard another scream echoing through the labyrinth of mirrors. Her pulse quickened, dread curling in her stomach.

"Jasmine!" she cried, rushing towards a mirror that seemed to pulse with the sound of the princess's voice.

The sight it offered was terrifying. The reflection showed Jasmine, disheveled and crying, her eyes wide with panic.

"Maya!" the princess sobbed, her face streaked with tears. "You're too late, you can't save us anymore."

"What are you talking about? I'm doing everything I can to save you," Maya insisted, her voice trembling with desperation.

"No, you don't understand," Jasmine's reflection shook her head. "There's nothing you can do for us now. Jafar... Jafar has escaped, he's managed to enter the mirror. He killed my father and now he's coming for me!"

Maya stood there, paralyzed with shock. "W-what? Jafar?"

Before Jasmine could respond, the mirror darkened, and from its depths, a gigantic red genie emerged, its features twisted with malice. It reached out a massive hand, grabbing Jasmine and lifting her off the ground. Maya recognized the terrifying face of Jafar, his eyes burning with vengeful glee.

"Ha ha ha! You are mine, princess, and you will pay for everything you did to me!" he bellowed, his voice a thunderous roar that shook Maya to her core.

Jafar's grip tightened, crushing Jasmine within his monstrous fist. She screamed in agony, her voice piercing the air as she struggled to free herself, but Jafar's hold was too powerful. Maya watched, horror-struck, as Jasmine's face turned blue from lack of air, her body convulsing in pain.

"Stop! No!" Maya screamed, banging her fists against the mirror's unyielding surface, desperate to break through and save her friend.

But the glass remained solid, a cruel barrier between her and Jasmine. This couldn't be happening, she was living a nightmare! Maya cried out in sorrow and terror as she saw Jasmine lose consciousness, her body going limp in Jafar's grasp. His laughter rang out, cold and merciless, as he opened his fist, letting Jasmine's lifeless form fall to the ground.

Maya's knees buckled, and she collapsed, sobs wracking her body. The weight of her failure pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. She had lost Aladdin and Jasmine, and the realization of her helplessness tore at her soul, each breath a painful reminder of her defeat.

The mocking laughter of Jafar echoed in her ears as she knelt there, broken and devastated.

Maya’s tears fell onto the cold, unforgiving floor, each drop a testament to her despair. Her body trembled, her heart felt as if it were being torn apart. The weight of her failure pressed down on her, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. "I should have saved you. I should have helped you." The images of Aladdin and Jasmine's deaths replayed in her mind, each repetition a fresh wound.

She felt paralyzed by grief, her legs unwilling to carry her any further. Her sorrow was an anchor, keeping her rooted to the spot, incapable of moving forward.

Then, a sudden, desperate cry pierced through the haze of her misery. Maya's heart skipped a beat, and she lifted her head, eyes wide with shock. She would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Genie."

Stumbling to her feet, she nearly fell, but her desperation propelled her forward. She rushed through the maze of mirrors, her heart pounding in her chest. Each reflective surface seemed to mock her, showing her tear-streaked face and haunted eyes.

Finally, she found the mirror from which the voice had come. Dropping to her knees, she pounded on the glass with all her might, her palms stinging from the impact.

"Genie!"

But the blue being could not hear her. Inside the mirror, Genie was kneeling before a man Maya had never seen before, yet he seemed eerily familiar.

"You're too late, little one," the man declared, and Maya instantly recognized the gravelly voice of the sorcerer. He was cloaked in dark, tattered robes, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light that sent chills down her spine.

The sorcerer raised his hand, and a bolt of dark magic struck Genie, causing him to arch in agony and scream out in pain. 

"No! Stop it!" Maya screamed, her voice raw with desperation.

If she couldn’t bear to see her friends die, she would be utterly destroyed if she had to watch the man she loved suffer the same fate. She noticed that Genie had heavy iron manacles on his wrists, which seemed to sap his strength and prevent him from using his magic to escape.

"Why are you doing this?" Maya shouted, her voice cracking. "We had a deal!"

The sorcerer’s lips curled into a cruel smile. He cast another spell, and Genie fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his glow dimming.

"I said I would release your friends if you completed the trials. I never said in what condition I would return them to you."

"You're a monster!" she yelled, her voice filled with rage, despair, and fear. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing her helplessness.

She pounded on the glass with all her might, her hands splitting and bleeding under the force of her blows. "Genie!" she screamed, her voice raw with desperation, echoing off the mirrors around her.

Inside the mirror, Genie looked up at her, his eyes filled with pain and sorrow. He mouthed something, but she couldn’t hear him. She could see the regret in his eyes, the apology he couldn’t voice. Her heart ached for him, for the love they shared, for the future they might never have.

"You can do nothing for your Genie," the sorcerer taunted, his voice dripping with malevolent glee. "He will meet the same fate as your friends."

"No, please! Not him!" she begged, her voice breaking and trembling, a wave of cold despair washing over her.

The sorcerer cast another excruciating spell, sending Genie flying across the mirrored space. Maya couldn't bear the sound of his agonized screams; it tore through her soul like a serrated knife. She felt each scream as a physical blow, her heart shattering anew with every cry of pain.

"Stop, I beg you, please, let him go, I'll do anything you want," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face in torrents.

Her heart couldn't endure seeing the man she loved in such torment. The sight of Genie, someone so full of life and laughter, writhing in pain was unbearable. She was willing to do anything to save him, even if it meant sacrificing herself.

"You have nothing of interest to me," the sorcerer replied coldly, casting yet another cruel spell on Genie. His laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound that chilled Maya to her core.

She screamed in unison with Genie, feeling his pain as if it were her own. "Stop it, stop it," she pleaded, her voice hoarse and broken by sobs and despair, the words barely forming as her throat constricted with emotion.

"You're nothing, worthless. You failed to save your friends, and now you'll watch the man you love die before your eyes, powerless to do anything about it," the sorcerer mocked, his voice a sinister whisper in her ear, though he stood across the room.

With one final, powerful spell, Maya watched in horror as the life drained from Genie's eyes. His body went limp, collapsing onto the cold, hard floor, his once vibrant blue skin now dull and lifeless.

"Nooooo!" she screamed, the sound a primal, guttural wail of pure anguish, slamming her cut and bleeding hands against the glass once more. Blood smeared the reflective surface, her fists pounding until they were numb, the pain in her hands nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

She sank to her knees, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. "Genie..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, a broken sound amidst her tears. Her vision blurred with sorrow as she gazed at his lifeless form, the light of hope extinguished in her eyes. 

The sorcerer's laughter filled the chamber, a sound of triumph and mockery. "Look at you, so pathetic and broken. You couldn't save them. You couldn't save any of them."

Maya's tears fell like rain, her spirit crushed. The reality of her loss was too much to bear. She could barely move, each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of what she had lost. The echoes of her friends' and Genie's screams haunted her, their pain a ghost that would never leave her.

As she knelt there, shattered and bleeding, all she could do was weep, her sobs the only sound in the cold, cruel darkness.

She remained there, curled into herself like a small, broken doll, the cold floor beneath her adding to the chill that had settled into her bones. Her tears flowed freely, mixing with the dust and dirt on her cheeks, as sobs wracked her body in waves of grief. Each breath came out as a shuddering gasp, her chest tight with the weight of loss and despair.

The room around her seemed to echo with the emptiness of her heart. Maya's mind was a tumultuous storm of memories, each one a dagger twisting deeper into her wounded soul. She replayed their faces, their laughter, their voices, and the moments they had shared together, now forever lost to her. The pain was so intense, so consuming, that it felt as if a part of her had been ripped away, leaving an agonizing void in its wake.

All she wanted was to end her own life too because without them, life no longer seemed worth living.

She had just endured a cascade of her darkest fears, each one striking like a relentless storm. The haunting images replayed in her mind: Aladdin's desperate plea for help as he battled against unknown adversaries, Jasmine's tearful voice echoing her despair at Maya's belated arrival, and the chilling sight of Jafar's triumphant return despite Maya's efforts to thwart him.

Now, as she lay there, Maya's thoughts dwelled on these vivid nightmares that had become a cruel reality.

As Maya pondered this, she opened her eyes, her mind swirling with contemplation. Every fear she had just enumerated—the inability to aid Aladdin in perilous adventures, the failure to save Jasmine from enemies, the return of Jafar, and ultimately, the inability to protect the man she loved—had haunted her deepest thoughts and plagued her sleepless nights.

But now, a seed of doubt sprouted amidst her despair.

What if...?

What if these trials were meant to show her greatest fears to slow her down? What if all of this had been an illusion designed to devastate her so deeply that she couldn't move forward, that she would give up?

With that idea firmly planted in her mind, Maya found a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. She wiped her tear-streaked face with trembling hands and pushed herself up from the cold, hard ground. Every movement was an effort, every breath a struggle against the weight of grief and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her.

The corridor of mirrors stretched endlessly before her, each reflective surface seeming to whisper her fears and doubts back at her. Maya fought against the haunting echoes of her own voice, repeating words of self-doubt and inadequacy. The sorcerer's taunting laughter echoed faintly in the background, a constant reminder of his malevolent presence.

Yet, Maya pressed on, her determination fueled by the flickering hope that this ordeal might be nothing more than a cruel illusion designed to break her spirit. She ignored the sorcerer's sneers and jeers, focusing solely on each faltering step forward, willing herself closer to the door that beckoned ahead.

When she finally reached it, Maya hesitated only briefly before opening the door, steeling herself for whatever lay beyond. As she crossed the threshold, a powerful force seized her once more, pulling her into the unknown depths below.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall | Pt 3

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya wakes to find the palace and Agrabah eerily deserted, her friends mysteriously trapped within a magical mirror. Determined to free them, she must uncover the enchantment's secrets and face her own untapped powers before it's too late.

Warning: Angst, failed rescue, enigmas, violence, death, dark magic.

The fall seemed endless, a disorienting plunge through pitch-black darkness that left Maya feeling weightless and helpless. The void around her was suffocating, devoid of any point of reference or sound except for the rush of wind in her ears. She couldn't tell if seconds or minutes passed before her descent abruptly ended with a jarring impact into soft, shifting sand.

The landing was brutal, knocking the wind out of her and sending a spray of sand cascading around her. Maya coughed and blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision as she struggled to sit up. The coarse grains clung to her hair and clothes, sticking to her skin and creating a gritty sensation against her every movement.

As she wiped the sand from her face, Maya's gaze lifted and she froze in astonishment. Before her stretched an immense arena, its walls towering high above her. The arena's architecture was ancient and imposing, constructed from weathered stone that bore the marks of countless battles and ages past.

Maya's heart raced as she took in the scene before her.  "What is this now?" she murmured to herself; her voice swallowed by the vastness of the arena.

"You must cross the arena to complete the trial," the sorcerer's voice echoed ominously.

Maya frowned, a sense of unease settling in. "And?" she pressed, expecting a more complex challenge.

"That's all. To finish the trial, you must cross the arena," came the curt reply.

Maya's skepticism grew. It felt too straightforward, too easy. There had to be a catch, a hidden danger lurking amidst the deceptive calmness of the arena. Yet, the sorcerer seemed adamant about divulging no further information.

With cautious steps, Maya entered the arena. Its vastness engulfed her, the empty stands looming high above like silent sentinels of ancient battles. The sand underfoot was firm and packed, bearing faint marks of past struggles that whispered tales of valor and defeat. The air hung heavy with a palpable tension, the stillness broken only by the soft rustle of wind and the distant echo of her footsteps.

Moving forward steadily, Maya kept her senses sharp, alert to any sign of the unseen challenge awaiting her. As she reached the midpoint of the arena, a momentary calm settled over her. Could it be that the sorcerer had indeed left the trial uncomplicated?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, a subtle movement caught her eye—a ripple in the sand at the edge of her vision. She froze, heart pounding, and watched in astonishment as the grains began to shift and swirl, forming into a lifelike figure before her.

Before Maya stood an apparition of Aladdin, crafted from the very essence of the arena itself. The sandy silhouette took shape, replicating Aladdin's familiar features and attire with uncanny detail. 

At first, the silhouette remained completely still, and Maya held her breath. Suddenly, the sand-formed Aladdin seemed to come to life, turning towards her with a movement that tore a cry of surprise and fear from her throat.

"Maya..." the creature groaned, stumbling towards her. "Save us..."

The young woman took several steps back. She knew this couldn't truly be Aladdin, but hearing him plead for help broke her heart. As she retreated, she failed to notice another figure emerging from the sand. This time, the sand had taken the shape of Jasmine, who wrapped her arms around Maya, causing her to scream in fear.

"You abandoned us!" cried the sand-formed Jasmine.

Maya struggled, and the sand gave way under her force, allowing her to break free from Jasmine's grasp. Aladdin and Jasmine advanced towards her like zombies, and Maya felt a rising tide of fear. She had known the sorcerer's trial was too simple. The sand statues were there to prevent her from reaching the other side of the arena.

Maya’s heart pounded as more figures began to emerge from the sand—Abu, the Sultan, and even Iago. Each one bore the same hollow, despairing expressions, their eyes void of life but full of accusation. The Sultan’s sand form pointed a finger at her, his voice echoing with a chilling resonance, "You failed us, Maya."

The sheer intensity of their voices, filled with sorrow and anger, made Maya's resolve waver. She stumbled, her mind racing to find a way out. The path to the other side of the arena seemed impossibly far, the sand creatures closing in on her with every passing second.

The closer the figures approached her, the more she retreated, almost back to the starting point at the entrance of the arena. The sight of her friends, now grotesque sand imitations, haunted her. Their once familiar, comforting faces were now twisted into accusatory masks, their eyes hollow and lifeless.

Maya’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. She could feel her throat tighten with fear and frustration. She couldn’t afford to lose this trial; she owed it to her friends. Despite the accusations they hurled at her, which pained her deeply, Maya tried to convince herself they were false.

Her thoughts swirled with doubt. She had always struggled with self-confidence, and the cruel words thrown at her only magnified her insecurities. “You abandoned us,” the sand Jasmine hissed, her voice like gravel. “You’re not strong enough,” the Aladdin figure groaned, each word like a dagger to her heart.

Maya felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, shaking her head vehemently. A small voice in her head began to push back against the tide of self-doubt, reminding her of everything she had accomplished. She had managed to defeat Jafar. She had become a genie.

The Genie… Thinking of him, she recalled all the times he had believed in her, all the times he had told her she was exceptional. His words echoed in her mind, stronger and more powerful than the taunts of the sand figures. “You’re more powerful than you know,” he had once told her, his eyes full of unwavering faith.

With these words in mind, Maya felt a surge of determination. She straightened up, her gaze hardening with resolve. She was not going to let these illusions deter her. She took a deep breath, feeling strength course through her veins. The hot, dry air filled her lungs, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

She charged at the sand statues, kicking Aladdin with all her might. He crumbled instantly, collapsing into a heap of sand at her feet. The sight bolstered her confidence. She turned to the others, her movements swift and decisive.

She punched Iago, who disintegrated into a puff of dust and grains. Abu was next, his small figure no match for her newfound strength and resolve. One by one, Maya destroyed the sand statues, each blow dissolving her fears and doubts.

The arena was filled with the sound of collapsing sand and Maya's determined grunts. The once imposing sand figures now lay in ruins around her, reduced to nothing more than heaps of golden grains. 

Breathing heavily but feeling triumphant, Maya looked around the arena. The vast, empty space now seemed less intimidating, the oppressive silence replaced with her own steady breathing and the soft whisper of the wind. She wiped the sweat from her brow and continued forward, her steps more confident than before. 

But as she neared the exit of the arena, her steps growing more confident with each stride, the sand at her feet began to shift once more. Maya paused, ready to strike down more statues, but her determination melted away like snow in the sun when she saw who the sand had formed this time.

It was the Genie. A sand statue, bearing his unmistakable likeness, stood before her, and her breath caught in her throat.

“You think you’re strong?” it mocked, its voice dripping with disdain. “But you didn’t see this coming.”

Maya tried to convince herself again that it was all false, but his voice, his familiar voice, hit her like a punch to the gut, striking at her deepest insecurities.

“You’re nothing, a pathetic weakling who can’t even control her powers! Even with half my powers, I’m stronger than you. I trusted you to save us, but you’re too weak. You can’t do anything right.”

“No!” Maya screamed, pressing her hands to her ears to block out the Genie’s cruel, biting words.

She knew it wasn’t really him, yet it hurt far more than anything else. The sand Genie continued to hurl accusations at her, each word slicing through her defenses.

“You abandoned us. You don’t belong in our lives. You’re useless.”

“Stop!” she cried again, backing away, tears burning her eyes.

She knew what she had to do, just one punch would make him disappear, but she found herself incapable of doing it. Even though it was fake, she couldn’t bring herself to strike him. The sorcerer had found her weak spot: the Genie.

Maya stood there, trembling, the weight of the accusations bearing down on her. The sand Genie loomed closer, its presence overwhelming. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon the strength to act. 

But despite all her courage and determination, she couldn’t bring herself to strike him. She fell to her knees in the sand, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew the real Genie would never say those things. He loved her, supported her in everything she did, and believed in her.

The arena's eerie silence pressed down on her, the emptiness echoing her despair. She could feel the rough, gritty texture of the sand beneath her fingers as she clenched her hands, trying to find the strength to go on. The memory of the real Genie’s laughter, his unwavering support, and his boundless love filled her heart, giving her a glimmer of hope.

She lifted her head towards the sand Genie. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "I forgive you."

The sand statue seemed taken aback, its features flickering in confusion as if not expecting this reaction.

"You can say whatever you want, it won't change the love I have for you, Genie. I love you," she continued, her voice gaining strength with each word.

With those three small words, carrying so much love and faith, the statue began to disintegrate slowly. The grains of sand slipped away, caught by an invisible breeze, returning to the earth in a shimmering cascade.

Surprised that her act of love had worked, Maya dried her tears with the back of her hand, leaving faint streaks on her cheeks. She stood up, her legs shaky but determined. This trial had not left her unscathed; even though her friends were false, the words that had been spoken hurt more than she cared to admit.

She cast one last glance at the arena, the vast, empty expanse now silent and still. The echoes of the cruel words still lingered in the air, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the real Genie and his boundless faith in her. The thought of his warm smile and his encouraging words filled her with a renewed sense of purpose.

Ahead, in the distance, a door stood framed against the darkness, its outline faint but unmistakable. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and moved toward the next trial, her heart heavy but her resolve unwavering.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall | Pt 2

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya wakes to find the palace and Agrabah eerily deserted, her friends mysteriously trapped within a magical mirror. Determined to free them, she must uncover the enchantment's secrets and face her own untapped powers before it's too late.

Warning: Angst, failed rescue, enigmas, violence, death, dark magic.

Sitting cross-legged on the cool, polished marble floor of the grand throne room, Maya was surrounded by an aura of determination and quiet intensity. Before her, the cursed mirror loomed ominously, its surface shimmering faintly with arcane energy. Inside, her friends—Aladdin, Jasmine, Genie, Abu, and Iago—gazed out with expressions that reflected a mix of concern and hope, their presence a constant reminder of the task that lay before her.

Each attempt to breach the mirror's enchanted barrier had been met with frustration. Her magical energies, potent as they were from her lineage as the descendant of the Djinn Goddess, had only rebounded harmlessly off the mirror's surface. Each failed attempt left Maya feeling drained and disheartened, yet her resolve remained unyielding.

Genie, concerned for her well-being, had urged her to cease, his azure form pacing anxiously. "Maya, please," he had implored, his voice tinged with worry. "You're pushing yourself too hard. We'll find another way."

But Maya could not relent. Her determination burned brightly, fueled by the memory of her friends' hopeful gazes and the weight of their trust in her abilities. She had turned to the ancient texts, remembering Jafar's collection of forbidden magic once stored in his secret chambers. With a thought, the dusty tomes had materialized before her, their worn pages promising secrets that might hold the key to their liberation.

The hours stretched on, marked only by the slow passage of sunlight filtering through windows. Maya had spent hours in relentless pursuit of a solution, her fingers tracing ancient runes and spells within the weathered pages of the grimoire resting in her lap. The tome, bound in cracked leather and embossed with faded gold, emitted a faint scent of must and age as she turned its brittle pages with reverence and urgency.

Her brow furrowed in concentration, Maya meticulously deciphered each passage, searching for the elusive incantation or spell that could unravel the mirror's enchantment.

Three hours had passed since she had begun this relentless quest for answers. The silence of the throne room, broken only by the occasional rustle of parchment or the distant murmur of palace life beyond its walls, seemed to mirror Maya's own focused determination. 

Iago, perched impatiently nearby, squawked irritably. "This is ridiculous! How long are we supposed to wait here while she reads dusty old books? Can't she just magic us out of here already?"

"Iago, give her a break," Aladdin whispered with a sigh. "She's doing everything she can to get us out of here."

Iago scoffed, feathers bristling. "Yeah, well, she's taking forever. How hard can it be to find a 'get-out-of-mirror-free' spell?"

Genie shook his head, his wispy tail twitching. 

"Genie, tell her to hurry up," Iago grumbled, shooting a frustrated glance at the towering blue figure. "I didn't sign up for an extended stay in a magical mirror."

"Oh, come on, Iago! Have a little faith. Maya's our best shot at getting out of here. Patience, my feathered friend." Genie answered.

"I've had it up to here with patience," Iago muttered under his breath, eyeing Maya intently as she flipped through another page. "We're sitting ducks in here while she plays librarian."

Genie was poised to interject in defense of Maya, but she abruptly rose from her seat, clutching an ancient grimoire in her hands. The grandeur of the throne room echoed faintly with the rustle of pages as Maya feverishly scanned the text, her brow furrowed in deep concentration.

As Maya's eyes darted across the pages, her expression shifted from intense focus to a spark of realization. Her lips parted with excitement as she muttered under her breath, following the thread of a long-forgotten legend.

"I think I've found it!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a mixture of relief and urgency as she hurried towards the looming mirror.

"About time!" grumbled Iago, his impatience momentarily subdued by the prospect of progress, though Abu's swift reprimand in the form of a gentle tap on his shoulder reminded him to mind his manners.

Jasmine leaned forward, her eyes alight with curiosity and hope. "What is it, Maya? What did you find?"

"It's a legend," Maya explained, her voice steady but tinged with awe. "It speaks of the Mirror of Souls. According to the tale, an ancient sorcerer driven by jealousy created this mirror to ensnare souls. He sought to harness their power for himself."

Her friends exchanged worried glances, absorbing the weight of Maya's revelation. The once tranquil atmosphere of the throne room now crackled with tension, the very air seeming to hum with the echo of centuries-old magic.

"What does the legend say about breaking the enchantment?" asked Aladdin, his voice a quiet anchor amidst the gathering storm of uncertainty.

Maya's gaze flickered back to the grimoire, her fingers tracing the faded ink as she searched for answers.

"It says... it says that to break the spell, there are trials to overcome," Maya translated from the ancient text, her voice echoing softly in the grandeur of the throne room. 

Genie's normally jovial expression turned serious. He exchanged a worried glance with Aladdin, who stood nearby, his hands clenched in quiet concern. 

"What kind of trials?" Genie asked, his voice low and tinged with apprehension. He knew all too well the dangers that could accompany mystical trials, especially those devised by a sorcerer of ill intent.

"Hmm, I'm not sure," Maya replied, her brow furrowed in thought as she continued to scan the aged pages. "It simply says that the one undertaking the trials must prove their worth and show devotion to release the souls trapped within."

Genie's concern deepened, his eyes flickering with a mixture of protectiveness and fear for Maya. "I don't like this," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of genuine worry. "It sounds dangerous."

"Maybe. But it's our best chance to free you all," Maya asserted, her voice steady and resolute despite the gravity of the situation. She met Genie's gaze with unwavering determination, her hands gripping the ancient grimoire as if drawing strength from its weathered pages.

"I don't want anything to happen to you," Genie confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "And I'm stuck here; if something does happen, I won't be there for you."

"It's my turn to be there for you," Maya responded, her voice gentle yet firm. "I will free you all. Everything will be okay, I promise."

Genie watched her intently, his expression a blend of admiration and concern.

Eventually, he nodded, albeit reluctantly. The others, with a mixture of hope and fear in their eyes, wished her good luck.

"The book says the trials begin as soon as we speak the words: 'Beyond reflections and illusions, I will find truth amidst confusion,'" Maya recited, her voice clear and unwavering.

As soon as the final word left her lips, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble. The polished marble tiles seemed to ripple like water, and before anyone could react, the floor unraveled beneath her, creating a swirling vortex of shadows. Maya felt herself being pulled down, the world around her blurring into darkness. She plummeted into the abyss, her scream echoing through the throne room.

Genie and her friends watched in horror, their reflections distorted in the cursed mirror. "Maya!" they shouted, their voices overlapping in a desperate chorus. Genie pounded on the glass with all his might, the cold, unyielding surface mocking his powerlessness. His heart pounded with fear and helplessness, knowing he couldn't reach her.

Maya's fall seemed to last an eternity. The air rushed past her, whipping her hair around her face as she descended into the unknown. Her scream reverberated in the pitch-black void, a solitary sound in the oppressive silence. Just when she thought she couldn't fall any further, she landed abruptly on a soft, damp surface. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and she lay there for a moment, gasping for breath, the earthy smell of moss and wet stone filling her nostrils.

The darkness was thick and impenetrable, wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket. Slowly, Maya pushed herself up, her hands sinking slightly into the spongy ground. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The faint, echoing cries of her friends above seemed a distant memory now, replaced by the eerie stillness of her new surroundings.

Summoning her courage, Maya stood up, her senses alert. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel the presence of ancient magic in the air, a tingling sensation that prickled her skin. The trials had begun, and she knew that she had to be prepared for whatever lay ahead. She whispered a silent promise to her friends and herself: she would succeed, no matter what it took.

Suddenly, a blinding light appeared from nowhere, causing Maya to shield her eyes. The brightness was overwhelming, enveloping her in a warm, almost suffocating glow. As her eyes gradually adjusted, the details of her surroundings came into focus. Before her stood an immense labyrinth, its towering walls made of ancient, weathered stone, covered in creeping vines and moss. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, eerie whispers of unseen creatures.

"You want to free your friends?" declared a voice, deep and gravelly, reverberating through the air. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, making it impossible for Maya to pinpoint its source.

Maya jumped, her heart pounding in her chest. She spun around, trying to see who or what had spoken, but there was nothing but the labyrinth and the encroaching darkness.

"You must prove yourself worthy of saving them," the voice continued, resonating with a tone of ancient authority.

"Who are you?" Maya shouted, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "Why are you doing this?"

"I am the sorcerer who trapped your friends. Or rather, I am the illusion that remains of him," the voice intoned, each word dripping with malice.

"Why did you imprison my friends and the inhabitants of Agrabah?" Maya demanded, frustration and fear mingling in her voice.

"I had locked my soul within this palace. A servant inadvertently released me. Now, I must capture souls to return to life. But I am in a playful mood. If you manage to free your friends, I will disappear. But if you fail, you will willingly give me your soul," the voice explained, a sinister glee evident in its tone.

Maya's mind raced, the weight of the sorcerer's words settling heavily on her. She had no choice but to accept this perilous deal. The lives of her friends, and perhaps all of Agrabah, depended on her success.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead.

"Here is your first trial: escape this labyrinth," the voice instructed. "The memories of your friends will guide you, but be cautious; sometimes our memories are not as clear as we think. At the slightest mistake, you will have to start over."

The labyrinth seemed to pulse with a life of its own, the shadows deepening and shifting as if in anticipation. Maya took a deep breath, the cold, damp air filling her lungs. She stepped forward, her feet sinking slightly into the soft, moss-covered ground. The entrance to the labyrinth loomed before her, an imposing archway carved with intricate runes that seemed to shimmer and change as she looked at them.

She entered the labyrinth cautiously, the air thick with tension. Each step echoed through the stone corridors, amplifying her sense of isolation. After just a few steps, she was already faced with a choice: right or left? 

Maya paused, her heart pounding. There was no obvious way to choose, no clues to guide her. She had to trust chance, but why had the sorcerer mentioned her memories? She closed her eyes, trying to focus, when suddenly, she thought she heard Jasmine's voice in the distance, soft and melodic, like a beacon in the darkness.

Following the voice, she turned right. The path twisted and turned, the walls closing in as if to mock her. At the end of the path, she was confronted with another choice, but this time, instead of passages, there were mirrors hanging on the walls. The mirrors were old and ornate, their frames gilded and encrusted with jewels that glimmered faintly in the dim light.

Both mirrors seemed to show images, their surfaces shimmering like pools of liquid silver. Maya heard Jasmine's voice again, clearer this time. Approaching the left mirror, she saw images flashing by, vivid and lifelike.

"This is the day I met Jasmine!" Maya exclaimed, her voice echoing softly in the confined space.

In the mirror, she saw herself sitting on the edge of the fountain in the palace garden. The water sparkled under the sun, casting dancing reflections on the surrounding flowers. Jasmine was approaching her, a gentle smile on her face.

"I love coming here to escape the protocol," Jasmine's memory declared in the mirror, her voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

In the mirror, Maya stood up and bowed formally. Jasmine smiled and sat next to her.

"This isn't right..." Maya murmured, shaking her head. "That's not how it happened."

She remembered that moment very well. It had been a pivotal day, marking the beginning of their deep friendship. She turned to the other mirror, which seemed to show the same memory, the same scene. But this time, when Maya bowed, Jasmine gestured for her to stand.

"That's unnecessary. We are of the same rank," Jasmine had said, her voice warm and reassuring.

Knowing this was the correct memory, Maya reached out and touched the mirror. The glass was cool under her fingertips, and for a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a soft hum, the surface rippled like water, and a passage opened before her, bathed in a soft, golden light.

Maya stepped through the passage, her heart lighter. She now understood that this was how she would navigate the labyrinth—by remembering these precious moments with her friends, moments that were etched deeply in her heart.

Determined, she continued forward, the weight of her task pressing on her but also fueling her resolve. 

The labyrinth seemed endless, its dark corridors winding and twisting in a disorienting maze. The air was thick and musty, and the only sounds were her footsteps echoing off the stone walls and the distant drip of water. Maya watched several memories unfold in the mirrors, each one a flickering snapshot of her past. She saw herself laughing with Jasmine in the garden, sharing a quiet moment with Aladdin, and playfully arguing with Genie.

But the further she went, the more trivial the memories became. One mirror showed a mundane morning where she had discussed the oppressive heat with Iago, his feathers ruffled in irritation. The details were faint and fuzzy, like a distant dream. It was more difficult to recall these everyday moments, the ones that are so easily forgotten amidst the chaos of life. She had to strain her mind, dig deep into the recesses of her memory to find the truth in each scene.

Her heart pounded with anxiety as she navigated the labyrinth, each step feeling heavier than the last. But after what felt like an eternity, Maya finally saw the exit—a faint light at the end of a long, narrow passage. Relief washed over her as she approached, her pace quickening.

She had succeeded in her first trial.

"Well done, my child, but this is only the beginning of your adventure..." the sorcerer's gravelly voice rumbled through the air, followed by a cynical laugh that sent shivers down her spine. The shadows seemed to dance mockingly around her, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Before Maya could ask what he meant, the ground gave way beneath her feet once more. Her breath caught in her throat as she plummeted into the darkness, her screams echoing in the void.