All Chapters of Naughty Genie: Pleasing My Master (Book complete): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The argument for sowing oats was entirely lost on Stephen. Especially coming from a man that was in his mid forties. Wasn't sowing your oats something for younger men, anyway? "I wouldn't agree with that. When you love someone, why would you want to get laid with anyone else," he argued, before squeezing Grace's hand. She squeezed back tenderly. The look on her face told him that she had about enough of listening to this moron. Sadly, Stephen began to understand that's what is father truly was: a moron. A pitiful excuse for a man who left his family because he couldn't control his impulses. Someone who cared nothing for anyone but himself. In that moment, Stephen's anger almost turned to sympathy. He felt sorry for the man. Not only because they were related by blood, but because his story should be one of caution: how not to act. It was entirely disheartening to see the place that Jerry Willow was in. No job, no girlfriend or wife, no relat

It was later in the evening by the time they finally reached home. The twins were already home, and had set up in his room to play his Xbox like they had a hundred times before. Intending to be alone with Grace, Stephen politely kicked them out, and watched their sullen looks as they returned to their own room. They may be mad at me now, but at least they didn't have to go through what I just did, he thought to himself. The end of the day couldn't come fast enough for Stephen, and soon enough, it was time to crawl into bed to get some sleep. Changing into his bedtime clothes, he crawled between the blankets and waited for Grace to join him. Like usual, Grace let her regular clothes slowly separate from her body, leaving her nude for a split second before a small pair of green panties and a white tank top appeared on her body, her usual sleeping wear of choice. She bounded into bed, taking a moment to pepper him with kisses in a playful manne

Taking a deep breath, Grace looked him in the eye, and began. "I have already let slip where I was created. When we first met, do you remember me asking you if we were still in Arabia?" Stephen nodded, and then Grace giggled to herself, "That wasn't by accident. That is my homeland, or at least, where I spent my entire human life. My tribe was a mobile one, as are most in the sandy desert, with scarce resources. Our tribe name was 'Abs and we inherited a small portion of central Arabia. Since the tribe of 'Abs was so small, we had to rely on powerful alliances to stem our larger neighbors from gobbling up the territory." "It was a hard living out in the desert, as you might imagine. Water and food were usually scarce, forcing us to move around constantly in search of those two essential items. Since our tribe was so small, the amount of land we could traverse in search of those was very limited. Trespassing on another tribe's land was consid

A rather crude looking device, it was not without magic of its own. The Tubadid was an invention of their Order. The name was literally taken from the Arabic word for dispersion, which is exactly what it did. There were three handles, meant to be operated by three wardens. Once grasped by a fully conscious warden, their life forces were pooled together, combined into one single, indestructible ray of focused energy. When the beam was focused on the djinn itself, the ray of energy obliterated every ounce of magical matter contained within, throwing that material back into the air and earth around it. Quite simply, once the ray destroyed that magical matter, the djinn reverted back to their pre-djinn form, which, with how djinn were created, was a practically dead human being. A simple knife thrust could finish the job from there. Hanif smiled. The plan was good, and his intuition was spot on. All that remained was to act. "Very good, Hanif. Y

"How's it going up there?" Stephen looked down to see the face of his mother peeking in from the backdoor of the truck. He walked forward, carefully jumping off and landing on the ground. "So far, so good! I think we have all the heavy stuff!" "Good! I have to admit, your room is looking a little empty now," she smiled, sadly. Stephen gave her a one armed hug, "It'll be okay, Mom. It was going to happen eventually. I can't live with you forever," he chuckled. "I know, I know," she repeated once more. "I'm just glad you're moving forward with Grace. She's such a joy to be around and she's infatuated with you. You really know how to pick 'em, sweetie." "She's like a perfect fit for me," he replied, softly. "I know. You two are moving in and moving on together. You're doing the right thing, moving forward with her. I always knew you would. You're a good man, and