Djinn princess

Nazhotep, my darling, has given me an incredible amount of golden sand. My meditations have advanced by leaps and bounds. My darling thinks about me a lot. Just as I think he wouldn't be any better to me, he just outdoes himself.

He fucked the evil out of that old witch and subordinated her to me. How manly. She showed up at the library the other day to check up on my advancement. I told her to kowtow and kiss my feet first. She did it. It was not because she was lower than me. It's because Nazhotep told her I ranked higher than her.

I'm on the cusp of breaking into the apprentice priest realm. And we only used up one fourth of the golden sands in our possession. My arcane heart outpaces Nazhotep's one to an inconceivable degree. It's crazy that he is advancing at such a snail's pace. That means he will be outclassed by pretty much every other priest, whether he likes it or not. I will protect my darling.

I've been studying the esoteric and the occult lately. Unlike other practices, it has the potential to protect someone from a distance through the utilization of djinn. The practitioner would feed the djinn their refined divine energy in exchange for the tasks they put on the djinn.

I can assign my beloved a djinn guard. That way, I can rest easy knowing he is safe.

I went to the ritual room and calibrated it to djinnmancy. I then sacrificed one fourth of my current divine energy as an offering to the Djinn. I want something powerful for my beloved.

I've read that it all comes down to luck. With the amount of divine energy I've poured into the ritual, I can pull ten djinns to me.

I poured the energy in, and a djinn slowly took shape. A yellow light flashed in the room. It's the lowest quality of the djinns. A slave class Djinn. These djinns are used by the practitioners to spread golden sands in the hard-to-reach parts of the desert. Someone with enough yellow Djinn would be able to create a vast network of Djinn-based sources of golden sand, where golden sand is carried back and forth from the desert to the practitioner.

Another pull. Yellow again.

Three yellow djinn in a row.

Another pull. This time, the light flashes blue. It's an ordinary djinn. They are good at organizing the lower Djinn and pretty much nothing else. They are also able to converse in simple sentences.

What I'm hoping for is gold. A gold djinn is capable of holding their own against a practitioner at the priest stage. He would certainly be of help to anyone who seeks to harm my beloved.

After another batch of yellow and blue djinn, I got the gold djinn that I had been searching for. "Hello master, my name is Tomar. At your service."

I smiled.

"Welcome, Tomar, I am pleased to meet you. Thank you for coming to my aid. Your duty is to bodyguard a loved one. These minor Djinn will help you to keep yourself energized."

Tomar twirled his moustache.

"This Tomar understands, master."

He went dormant in my Djinn gem. This Tomar will serve his purpose well.

I had some left-over sand. I decided to summon twice more. I got another yellow and... red?

What does red stand for?

"Rejoice, young one. I am the grand princess of the Emerald clan! I've come to be your friend."

This is too much. I've pulled a princess. What am I going to do?

" Hello, Princess. You can call me Aisha or Asenath. Either way is fine. I'm not even an apprentice priest yet. I can't be friends with a princess. I don't even know what to do with a princess. I'm way over my head."

The Djinn princess rubbed her chin.

"Well, first of all, my name is Jaira. It's nice to meet you. I can possess people and copilot their bodies with them. That increases their power by leaps and bounds. The reason I've answered your call is to request something."

I'm a bit worried.

"Say, Princess Jaira, what do you want from me?"

The princess nodded her head in satisfaction.

"My ancestor, God Set, wants the bloodline of the god Apep in my womb. And I need you to help me achieve this. All you have to do is let me take over when you are enjoying your lover. Once I get my babies, I will help you with your endeavors forever."

As always, my darling is opening doors for me. " You got a deal; except I will have to tell my darling when you possess me. He will have to know."

Jaira nodded.

"Acceptable. In case he rejects me, I hold the right to one-sidedly cut our dealings. Is that alright with you?

I nodded.

"It's perfectly fine with me. Do you need anything from me? I can't afford a lot of golden sand to feed a Djinn of your caliber, Jaira. Is it a problem?"

Jaira smiled at me.

"There are a lot of low-level djinns who get stranded in this dimension when their owners die prematurely. I can command them to feed me in exchange for creating an opportunity for them to return to the djinn realm."

That's fine with me. She might even give me some golden sand to facilitate my growth. This is a great opportunity. I can't pass it up.

" I'll do it. Let's become partners."

She disappeared into the gem. Ah, I made a great haul today. She said the more I traveled, the more she could command the nearby stranded Djinn to my advantage. I made the calculations in the book. Without this heavenly luck of mine, the Djinn path would cost me an insane amount of divine energy.

I decided to take a stroll through the town. I have a lot of coins with me. I wanted to buy some things. Also, by doing so, I could collect the stranded Djinn stationed in the city.

I got myself some lubricant. I've been running low on it ever since that bitch, Suheila, started visiting our house. She can't get enough of getting her back blown out, yet she is not considerate enough to buy her own lubrication. I need to remind myself to spit in her whore mouth today. She might lick it up, calling it delicious, though.

I then went and bought myself a curved sword that is open to get a sigil chiseled into it. What a fine piece of spiritual steel.

I sat down in the temple to chisel glyphs on my sword. At that moment, the red arms of Princess Jaira stuck out of the gem to assist me. She added Djinn-style glyphs to the glyphs I am using. She is far more delicate with the process than me. It doesn't matter, though. This sword is just a placeholder for a better sword down the line. No matter how well I chisel this, the material will fail at higher realm combat. Spending an ever-greater amount of money. Such is the fate of the eternity seeker.

When we finished our sword, we went to the courtyard to test it on the dummies. Every slash consistently fired blades of energy to decimate the foes. It is a good weapon for both mid-range combat and melee. Coupled with the fact that I am a priest of Bastet, this is perfect. I can bring together those two facts to display the perfect swordsmanship.

I can't fold myself eight times with a child in my belly. The child would be popped like a zit. I still have a lot of money left over.

I went to downtown and bought quality fabric. Zaliki is going to love these. Oh my god, it's so soft.

"I'm pregnant, and I don't want to lift heavy things. Could your store haul these things to my house, please?"

The store clerk looked at me and nodded once he saw the extra copper I'd given him. Upon her master's calling, a slave woman showed up. To my surprise, she is a bit pretty.

"Sir, do you enjoy this slave woman?"

The man scowled in disgust.

"No, she is beneath me. A fiilthy slave. Why would I lay with a filthy slave?"

I leaned in as if I were making a great offer. He will most likely not refuse this offer.

"Sir, I know a strong man. If you let this slave get impregnated by that strong man, you will most likely have a great slave to sell in the future. You could even send her to him every time she is ready to have another child. He is not disgusted by slaves."

I turned to the slave.

"Do you want to lay with a great man?"

She looked at me curiously after she started lifting the fabric rolls.

"Yes, ma'am, I want to. However, I want to see him first."

I cupped her breasts and squeezed her ass.

"You are nice and voluptuous. My Nazhotep will enjoy you very much."

Nazhotep is going to love this.