Collaboration with IncredibleIntruder . Art and story idea by me. Story written by IncredibleIntruder . The setting is based on my personal project on Patreon, the Belly Tavern. Hope you guys like it!

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The genie's navel

Omar felt like he was standing right before the heaven's gates.

The Belly Tavern, a haven for people like him who appreciated the finer things. A promise of sensuous and visual delicacy for those who appreciated midriffs, abdomen and bellies of all shapes and sizes along with the precious jewel that adorned each of them: the navel. He never quite figured out why such an establishment could exist, who thought it had been a good idea to fund and build something so downright overt about the fixation of its owner, employees and clientele. Pure logic made it so it shouldn't work, that it was too niche...And yet it was enough of a smashing success that many pilgrims like him made the journey to the great city of Teldrabad just to see this establishment and to become a member. He had been building up the discovery of the place, the first sight of this legendary drinking hall in which he'd indulge not only in beverages and meals, but also in the pretty girls there who, rumors has it, that people could play with their belly button. It seemed like paradise, really, a promise of untold nirvana which seemed too good to be true.

In a way, it was, as the moment he stepped foot inside he kinda lost it. So many beauties, so many things of intense luxury, such festivities...It seemed like a carnival as there were people who openly poked the navel of a waitress who came nearby, with her giving him a saucy little wink. Another caressed the midriff of one who came to give him a drink, which gave way to slight belly laugh which made her sumptuous and soft-looking flesh jiggle a touch. Brown-skinned, lightly tanned, fair maidens...It seemed like a great variety of women served here, each proudly displaying their navel for all to see, admire and appreciate in a rather open manner. Truly, he thought it was just a silly fantasy, a foolish tale to trick dumb-witted fetishists like himself, yet the temptation was too great to pass upon and it turned out it was true. He salivated, his heart racing at all that he could do here as he had some spending money, yet perhaps he could find a way to establish himself in the city, find work and become a regular patron. Maybe he'd even find love, settle down with a midriff beauty worthy of a thousand dreams as he saw their serving uniform, some being like belly dancers, other like serving wenches yet with nothing to hide the higher and lower abdomen and part of their hips...He knew he would like it here.

And like it he did. Far too much even. He ordered a drink, then another as he got in the mood of things, observing a dancer and then his empty glasses piled up as he was tipsy, a little groggy yet pleasantly so. This was a cause for celebration, jubilation even as he laughed, cheered and was merry...Perhaps even a little too much as he never quite realized that all those women whose belly he touched, navel he poked and so forth were giving him looks of either annoyance, stupefaction or angry glares as they began to avoid him. Then came a guard, a different kind of employee as a tall and burly man approached him, a stern look on his face, arms crossed and looking down upon him as he asked a simple, albeit very charged question. “Just what do you think you're doing, sir?”

“Enjoying myself, of course!” Omar said, ignoring him as his own conduct was influenced by the copious amount of liquor he had ingested, his own manners certainly not under his control any longer. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Actually, the way you've been doing this...yes,” the guard said, putting one strong hand on Omar's shoulder to grab his attention, making sure his words would be heard and understood. “You do realize you need to be an actual member to do what you've been doing, right? You can't just poke around at the girl's navels like that.”

His heart sunk a little as he tried to remember just how many times he had been doing that, plus other things, to those seductive and decadent bellies on display. He couldn't keep track of it as he smiled awkwardly, having indeed forgotten to perhaps understand how this system worked before going wild with it. “You do have my apologies, sir. I'm new here...and...” he began to say, clearly embarrassed about his behaviour. “Is there any way I can...”

“I've never seen you around here before, so I'll actually accept that you're freshly arrived both in the tavern and Teldrabad. You see, you need to pay your few, register and then there's a menu which comes with a cost for each of those actions you took, sir,” the guard said, stern yet trying not to be too intimidating as the waitresses went on to avoid Omar's table to let their more muscular and large colleague take care of this situation. “The fee to register is 100 gold pieces. Now, you've gone on and poked the girls navel 15 times, caressed their bellies 5 times and you actually kissed one's midriff... Plus all the beverages you had...Let us combine that with a fee for causing a ruckus and all of that should come to 500 gold pieces. Pay that and all of that will be forgotten, forgiven and we'll speak no more of it.”

He did not have 500 gold pieces. He did not even have the 100 coins to become a member, as a matter of fact. So that was how it worked, creating a piece of heaven only to charge ridiculous prices to keep the dirty peasants and travelers like him away from this wonder of the world. It was outrageous, despicable and he would have none of it. He climbed on top of his table, stumbling a little in doing so as he rose a short sword in the air, trying to intimidate this guard and bring other people to defend his honor and to defeat such unsavory business practice. “Fellow men, we shall not be exploited for our love of sumptuous bellies and delectable navels. Let us rise against this oppression and claim the tavern for ourselves. To arms!”

This situation was quickly resolved by two more guards grabbing him easily, roughing him up and then throwing him out of the tavern unceremoniously, making him land on the sand that covered the ground of Teldrabad, which did help in softening the fall for him...Physically at least. “You are no longer welcome here, sir. If you try to come here again, we'll have you arrested.”

And that was that as he looked at this incredible place which was now forbidden to him. A long voyage, anticipation building up and all for this, a refusal because of poorly explained policies. There was only one way to recuperate from that, his own drunk self rationalized and that was to get some more people to raid the place. He'd take it for himself if he had to, become the owner and drown in dancer girls, tavern wenches and sumptuous midriffs for days without end. This wasn't logical, nor even remotely intelligent, yet Omar was under the effect of alcohol, which didn't help his thinking process at all. Going from one pub, bar or even inn to get some people to rise up with him, all he met was refusal, bills that he couldn't pay due to drinking even more to gather courage and drown his sorrow and some beatings from people. Eventually, the city guards got wind of his actions and more than irritated at how an outsider seemed intent to destroy one of the most lucrative establishment from their city, they simply went on to throw him out, refusing him access to Teldrabad. Sloshed, out of it, his only response was this.

“I'll make my own Belly Tavern! It'll be even better than yours!”

Spreading his wisdom in these words, the only thing he had right now in front of him was the surrounding desert, which was rather cold right now at this time of night. He didn't quite feel any chill on his skin, nor could he really see that he was shivering, for he was focused on one thing and that was to appreciate women's midriff. He had come all this way for that and he would not be denied. Surely there was another city nearby, one with a dancing hall that could help him soothe the wounds to his ego as he walked in the desert itself, following the stars to get a good sense of direction. He, however, did not know where he was going and he was a poor astronomer, thus his drunken disposition made him think he was wise and determined while, really, he was acting quite foolishly. Walking one step at a time, he then went on to fall asleep after a few hours, trekking diligently until his own mind shut down due to exhaustion and the copious amount of alcohol in his belly doing its part in getting asleep and aloof.

Eventually, the heat and the rays of the sun went on to wake him up, his head aching due to all that he had ingested yesterday. He recalled half of what he had done last night after arriving in Teldrabad and in the Belly Tavern, the culmination of his journey. He remembered celebrating, drinking, looking at all those bellies...And indulging himself too much, causing a ruckus, making a fool of himself and his heart sunk. He knew he had the tendency of taking things too far on occasion, of trying to enjoy things perhaps for far longer than he should, his impulsive and sometimes even destructive habits having caused him quite a lot of pain in the past, thus why he wanted a new beginning in Teldrabad in the first place...And he had already made it so he had been kicked out of the one place he wanted to be in. Perhaps, his predicament suggesting thus, he was even banished from Teldrabad itself. His head throbbing and his throat parched, he mumbled to himself as he figured that he had screwed things up...Yet perhaps there was hope to make amends, to repair the damage he had caused, to pay back somehow his bill and to start afresh. It was certainly worth a try...Yet one thing came to mind as soon as he looked around to analyze his surroundings.

Where was he?

All he could see was stretches of sand, dunes which were high like hills on plain of beige and gray, sparkling under the hot sun whose heat was already rather insufferable. He looked at the sky and tried to make sense of just where he was, yet he couldn't even see Teldrabad on the horizon to serve as a point of reference. He rummaged through his things, yet his pack had been somehow pierced, his own belongings possibly scattered everywhere. The sand had long since covered his tracks, so he didn't quite know where he was, had no map, no true tools, no tents and to top it all off his gourd was nowhere to be seen. No water, no resource, out in the middle of nowhere and with the heat already striking down at his aching head. He sighed, having never landed in such a dire spot in his entire life, yet he had no choice but to try to find a way to get out of this situation. Better to try than to just lay down and die, he thought as he walked, hoping to find either an oasis, travelers or a city to help him out.

His own approach to this was to go on and find a tall dune to look toward the horizon, to find perhaps something to follow, any semblance of hope to run toward. However, his efforts were each time for naught as all he managed to do was worsen his headache as he figured that dehydration would soon strike upon him. What had he been thinking, to go in a new place and to just “go with the flow”? If he had been patient, had asked questions instead of assuming things, then perhaps he wouldn't be so close to death right now. Chastising himself, he began to get a little more accustomed to the idea of despair, that perhaps his time had come...And yet a part of him refused to just give up, if only because he did want to kiss the navel of a beautiful girl at the Belly Tavern. It was his one dream, the singular thought which drove him to move to Teldrabad in the first place. It was stupid, unambitious and silly, but it was what motivated him to get his life back on track...And he had been denied this a few hours after he had entered the one place he wanted to get in. It was certainly not the most noble of goal right now, yet it was enough to drive him forward, one step at a time. However determined he was, no matter how much he steeled himself, the heat vanquished him the moment he fell on the ground, tripping over something that shouldn't be there, that he hadn't realized was there to begin with.

He cursed, winced as he felt delirious, the warmth of the desert sand and the rays on the merciless sun high in the sky making it seem as if he was cooking beneath his clothes. The heat created waves in the air which made him hallucinate colors and things that he knew quite well weren't there. He couldn't stand up anymore, too dizzy and without any energy left as he grabbed the object which had caused him to fall, which he found to be a simple oil lamp made of brass. Without a doubt, a traveler had made it fall out of his packs or bags and forgot all about it, the sands of the desert covering it up for a long time until a fool, that was him, went on to stumble upon it. His luck was simply the worst, having found something with liquid within, yet one that he certainly couldn't drink. He dusted off the sand covering this object, trying to see if there was anything special written upon it or if it might actually be secretly covered in gems, yet it was the most ordinary, banal and uninteresting object in the entire world. He fell on his back, letting go of everything as he looked at the blue sky above, trying to find out why exactly things always turned to disaster for him. Was it because he was a mere creature of indulgence? Perhaps because of a lack of proper role model due to being abandoned as a child? Perhaps being constantly poor was a good source for all his woes. Suffice to say, he was lost in his mind, the only somewhat stable thing in the entire world as his vision was troubled due to how thirsty he was. Deep in thought, he was actually unaware of something that was happening nearby as he felt a little gust of wind, which was followed by the sound of a magnificent voice.

“You seem distressed...Three wishes...Master?”

He couldn't quite hear it, but it was a true melody for his ears as he figured that he was having auditory hallucinations now. There had been nobody around and he was delirious, so this was merely a mirage, false hope. Perhaps it was even death itself coming to claim him, making him look before it would claim him for the afterlife. He sighed and, weakly, he just played along, figuring it couldn't hurt to just have some kind of desire before he'd pass away. “I really could use a drink...Nah, more than one actually. Tell you what...I wish for an unlimited supply of water, how about that?”

“A fair wish...Master...”

He heard the same voice and then a splashing sound, something that felt like a cruel joke, yet he could sense a certain wetness against his hand as the surprise alone gave him renewed strength. He got to his knees and then saw a puddle rise up, against all logic, on top of the desert's sand. Without any particular regard for his safety, for the possibility of this being a mirage and that he might just drink down sand, he threw himself toward this puddle with the energy of despair. He moved his head to it and pressed his lips against it. The water was cool, refreshing against his lips and then he drank, downing large gulps of it to ensure his safety...And it was the best thing he had ever ingested in his entire life. No liquor, no alcohol, beer or even juice could compare to this divine water, this liquid that came from paradise itself to quench his thirst as its crystalline appearance, its delectable taste and the miracle of its sudden appearance went on to renew him, to give him back some of his strength as his headache went on to slowly dissipate. He had been saved, yet as he regained focus and his own senses back, he eventually saw just who had done the deed and he was flabbergasted, in a state of pure shock as his luck had apparently been reversed completely.

There was a beautiful woman floating in front of him, slightly above the ground as she looked at him with a thin and assured smile. She looked young, someone in her early twenties as judged by her skin and her face as she had the fairest appearance he had ever seen in all his travels. Her pale flesh, her deep blue eyes, her soft features, her dark hair arranged in a slight ponytail, she had the face of a goddess, one sporting a bizarre marking on her forehead, and yet his observations didn't stop there, his eyes wandering just about everywhere he could gawk at. She wore pink and light red in clothes that magnified her form and features like a top adorned with a piece of gold on the underside, an open vest that left her shoulders bare, puffy half-transparent sleeves covering her elbows and half of her forearms, undergarment attached to jewels standing on her hips, holding see-through pantaloons...Which covered a tail made of smoke which was connected to the tip of the lamp he had interacted with but a moment ago. The slight aura she possessed, all this gold and her incredible beauty, which he couldn't get enough of as he still half-believed he was hallucinating, told him that she was an ethereal and wonderful being known as a genie, a miracle-worker, a granter of wishes...

“You will now be able to produce water from just about anywhere, master,” the genie said with a slight bow, her smile never fading away as she did not seem displeased to see him, as if she had been expecting his presence somewhat. As he gazed upon her, admiring her, he then fully realized one thing: her belly was gorgeous. He was indeed an afficionado of midriffs and abdomen and yet he hadn't fully observed hers and it was something magnificent to behold. Wide hips, a hourglass figure of near-perfect proportions, soft-looking, curvaceous, a round waist and a navel that seemed to be deep and succulent-looking as he didn't quite believe what was happening, yet he did feel much better as the little puddle of water was still there somehow, he was still in the same spot as when he collapsed and the brass lamp was standing on the sand, holding the tail of this incredible being who had just saved his life. “As I said, my name is Naphenee and I am here to grant you three wishes, one of which you just used rather wisely. I was afraid you might collapse before you'd even get anything from me, master. Now, do you know what to wish for with the other two?”

His senses were clear now, the water he drank helping greatly in that as he was still skeptical, not entirely confident about whether or not this was an illusion or some delusion before death. Perhaps this great sensation in his throat had been a release from pain and nothing more. As such, he tried out this new power she had supposedly granted him, ignoring her for the moment as he pressed his hand on a patch of sand and willed for water for appear. It was as if his fingertips could literally summon water as another puddle, one larger than the other as he continuously poured it went on to appear. He stopped, then drank and it was still the same delectable beverage. He paused for a bit, still incredulous yet certainly willing to entertain this notion as he figured there were worse ways to die than to do so imagining an extremely attractive woman granting your desires. “So tell me, Naphenee...You're a genie, correct?”

“It is as I said, but I can understand that you were in shock and near-death, master. It can be difficult to go from complete misery to opulence and opportunity at the drop of a hat,” Naphenee said, floating near him as she sat down, trying to help him figure out what just happened and what would come next. He noticed something different about her, which complemented her look very well as she smelled very good. A faint flowery scent, like a perfume that was made to be subtle instead of invasive, which made it so her proximity only enhanced her beauty and the majesty which seemed to behold her every movements. To say that he was smitten with her would be an understatement and it was obvious that she knew, yet made no big deal about it. “Now tell me, master...Is Teldrabad still being built? My latest master had such plans for a big city, for a true haven to be conceived in the heart of these endless dunes. Has it been completed yet?”

“It's...uh...” Omar began to say, a little baffled about this question. Teldrabad was a millennial city, an ancient place with a deep history and a good deal of struggles and boons. Did she not know about the holy wars? About the fall of monarchy and the troubles it brought over there? About the discovery of a diamond mine under the city itself and how it propelled commerce to unseen heights? He figured out that either she was joking...Or she truly didn't know. “It's been done a long, long while ago.”

“Oh. Wonderful then. One of my first master asked me to help him with that so I gave him plans and a perfect spot for it. Did they find the diamond mine yet? I do so hope they did. Did they also find the emerald mine just a few hundred meters away too, by the way?” Naphenee asked, genuinely curious as Omar felt that she wasn't kidding at all, that this was no act. He had no idea how long she had been stuck in this lamp, or perhaps when was the last time she had been let out, but it seemed like she was quite out of the loop. “Do forgive me for these questions, master, but I'm not always up to speed on the latest news and masters, or mistresses, are the only way I can actually understand what is going on. Is there still some kind of fascination for people over keeping crocodiles as pets, by the way? I know one of my past master, Jamir Ab-Dazim, was very fond of those creatures for some obscure reason.”

There had been a craze indeed about those animals in the past, yet it ended rather terribly for those involved in the trade and it all ended up starting and ending because of Jamir Ab-Dazim, the crocodile lord. No one quite knew how someone as powerful and wealthy as him, with no one able to determine how he came to wield such resource and influence, that is until now, yet he had been in the commerce of these dangerous reptiles. Everyone of import decided they wanted to own one, a show of status and power as training and showing mastery over something threatening would show the rest of the world that they were truly worthy people. Of course, many did not have the skills, patience and even the wisdom to properly train theirs and thus a lot of it ended up in tragedy and many held blame on Jamir Ab-Dazim, who ended up in prison and then he was executed because some foreign king thought it had been a trick, an attempt on his life to make him buy a fearsome beast to begin with. Omar, savvy about stories and history, decided to perhaps not mention that this tale ended very poorly for this past master of hers as he looked at her with a smile, one that was perhaps a little forced.

“So it didn't end well for him then?” she said, not knowing much about current events, yet decidedly able to read people efficiently as one glance toward Omar had been enough for her to understand, as if she had read his mind. “Such a shame, but he had been warned multiple times.. Crocodiles aren't really the kind of beasts that can be easily tamed anyway...Or at all...But we blather on and on and I'm quite sure you've figured out that I'm real and that you're already beginning to make plans for your remaining two wishes...So tell me master, what is it that I can make happen for you?”

He had been so caught up in conversation, so happy to see a friendly and lovely face that he actually hadn't thought much about his other wishes. The ability to produce water, especially in this climate and region, was truly a miracle and a generous one at that as he had only wished, in his delirium, for an endless supply of water. For her to interpret it in such a way indicated generosity and kindness as he already grew quite fond of this woman, of this genie. It wasn't just because of her looks, although she could easily be a star, one of the very best at the Belly Tavern that he dearly wished to partake in once more. The very thought of that establishment brought him back his shame somewhat, but also one of the desires that he had prior: that to kiss a beautiful navel. It was sordid, perhaps out-of-place and yet he was still a little incredulous. After all, what she said could just be projection from his dying mind and he figured that he didn't have much to lose as he looked at her in the eyes and pronounced his wish.

“I wish to be able to play with your belly...Forever.”

It was bold of him to say that, perhaps foolish, but he could not deny that this is actually something that he wanted. She was perhaps the most lovely woman he had ever laid eyes on and her midriff was just utterly mesmerizing, his eyes darting off toward it despite his best attempt not to look creepy. Her reaction to this, however, was unfortunately expected as she cocked an eyebrow and blushed a little, definitely not expecting something like this. “Oh...My my...That is definitely something I can grant, master...But usually people ask for power, for wealth, even for a harem, you understand,” she said, her own surprise certainly obvious as she looked at her belly and then at his eyes glued to it. “I did notice you peeking at it and, really, I'll grant you that wish since you voiced it out, but...What exactly do you expect to happen? How am I supposed to grant that wish?”

He looked at her expression and he felt somewhat at a loss for word. It seemed like a simple demand, something self-explanatory and yet she was rather confused, getting up and floating in front of him with an expecting look in her eyes. She had been out-of-the-loop for quite a while, as demonstrated by her questions, yet he realized rather quickly that he'd have to explain himself as he got up and got closer to her belly, feeling a little silly due to the awkwardness of the situation, yet to get his wish he figured he'd just have to demonstrate and carefully describe just what he meant.

“Is that something people are into these days? I mean, there are erogenous zones near the navel and on the lower side of everyone's belly, it is true...But...” Naphenee began to say, trying to understand it on her own as she began to feel slightly startled as Omar went on to poke her belly and insert his finger inside her belly button. She was surprised at that, the wish being announced and yet she hadn't been expecting much of anything no matter how straightforward the request was. Here she was, with a finger inside her navel, squirming a little because of how sudden that had been as she looked down on Omar who was fixated on that specific part of her. “You should warn me, master...I mean...I want this to be as pleasurable as it can be, you understand. It's for sensual satisfaction you're doing this, yes? Not for fanciful torture or anything of the like?”

She was indeed clueless as he pressed a little on her belly button to see just how elastic her flesh was, how deep her could go and there was a very satisfying amount of flesh that could be played with here. He circled inside and it could stretch out very nicely, being soft and smooth yet without having no firmness to it. It was deep too, making it so he could actually insert about half of his finger, perhaps even his entire thumb within if he tried. “It's for some sexy fun, yeah. Don't worry too much about it, I'm not someone who gets off from torturing women, especially beautiful ones like you,” Omar explained, removing his finger as he then pressed his hands around her hips, getting a feel for things.

Naphenee, on her end, tried to see where this was going as she sighed in relief upon hearing that nothing too harmful would be done to her. She relaxed quite a bit as she felt his gaze upon her abdomen, how fixated he was upon it and she felt almost proud of just how irresistible this part of her seemed to be for her current master. His finger had been slightly invasive, yet not entirely devoid of pleasantness as she could still feel a faint stretching in her navel. She did not quite know if this was the current hot kink, the fetish for these times, whatever they might be, but it was certainly not unpleasant albeit it was strange. His hands on her hips were gentle, holding her as he grabbed them, going on to feel her smooth skin on his fingers as the genie let him do as he wanted, his own focus being entirely around this specific area of her body. “Do you like it so far, master?” she asked, hoping that this strange wish would at least be a happy one for him, her own reputation as a genie based on trying to bring out what was asked of her in as satisfactory a way as possible.

“Oh yeah, I do,” Omar said, getting into it as her hips were soft and pliable, her flesh almost sticking to his fingers because of how much he liked the sensation of her tender skin acting in a way that felt like pillows for his palms. Her skin was almost luscious up close, a flawless quality to it ensuring that it would be nice to inspect it, to watch just how it could bend as her outfit really accentuated this area which he was so fond of. His fingers went on to caress her belly flesh, going for light strokes to really have a feel for just how smooth it could be and he was very happy about this experiment. It felt as if it was oiled in the subtlest of ways, slipping because of a natural, near-invisible lubricant that was not invasive or unpleasant, but rather expertly infused within her own skin. It did not stick to his fingers, nor did it leave any spots, but it was rather that her body was naturally like this, providing for more and more excitement and reasons as to why this genie could be very well the truest dream for a fetishist like this...And he had only touched it faintly so far. “I'm already loving this.”

Naphenee was rather proud of this, thinking that it was really one of the easiest wish she ever had to grant, yet she felt a little left out, a touch disappointed by it so far. For something that was supposed to be sensual, it was rather benign. It wasn't bad at all, yet this was very tame as she silenced this thought and left Omar to his own device, her belly flesh now accustomed to the touch of this fetishist master whose eyes were drawn on her belly as if he was mesmerized by it. “Then you should go further, master. Perhaps you'd actually like to experiment a little bit more?” she offered, herself getting a little excited at this prospect, if only because it been quite a while since she came in direct contact with just about anyone. “You can go wild, master. Satisfy your urges, your desires~”

She rose her hands and arms behind her head and gave him a look that could melt just about anything, yet her target was decidedly his heart and she was extremely successful with this initiative. Omar had thought to perhaps take things slowly, but it seemed like Naphenee herself was getting a little aroused and was interested in seducing him, a maneuver that was impossibly effective as he felt as if he was enthralled by her beauty. His face got closer to her belly and he began to smell it, her perfume driving him crazy as its scent was much more potent up close. It was intoxicating, like the finest of aroma for his nostrils to partake in as he got even closer, his nose and his lips being now in contact with that sumptuous midriff. On his hands, it felt great, but on his face it was even better. She was warm, soft, smelled good and he felt his muscles relax considerably, his woes dissipate and he began to grow slightly dizzy, as if drunk on her presence alone.

“I think I somewhat get it now, master...You can stop being shy and methodical about it...And just indulge yourself~” she declared, pushing her belly against his face, brushing up her soft flesh in a makeshift dance, her hips twisting and turning into figure-eights to ensure that he would be going crazy about that abdomen of her. He did wish to be able to play with it and she'd make sure he would be content...And perhaps even more than that after he'd be done. “Go wild~”

He felt as if her voice was controlling him, yet he knew all too well that his urges were even stronger as her scent drove him insane in a figurative way. His hands held onto her hips as he massaged them, wishing to partake in those splendid bumps, squeezing them gently and yet continuously as he inhaled more of her scent. Then, he began to kiss around her navel, showering that sumptuous and delectable belly with his mouth and lips, doing so quickly at first before getting slower and more methodical. He wanted to taste her, to really imprint this upon his taste buds as she was divine, beyond what he thought was possible. His dream was being accomplished, yet it was but the start and he could go beyond it, this possibility driving him to lengths that he had never thought he could reach as he kissed her lower belly, then her upper abdomen with absolute bliss, with love and lust that went further than what he thought he was capable of. It was as if he couldn't stop himself any longer, his body being unresponsive and downright hungry for Naphenee and her belly dancer physique.

Naphenee, though, began to see the appeal behind it. To see a man, a master no-less, being on his knees and showering her with so much affection and attention was a treat on its own, but she never quite knew how sensitive she could be on this specific part of her. Every time his lips met her flesh, it was a little bliss dealt in lustful electricity coursing through her epidermis, making her shiver slightly before she'd regain her composure, only for it to be broken again and again. It did feel tremendously good, better than she thought it would be as she could see perhaps why this was the rage currently...Or at least that was what she assumed. With her master preoccupied with his trance of belly worship, she removed her hands from behind her head and went on to place them atop his, a little gesture to be with him during this process, but also to encourage him to proceed as she went on to tantalize him further into this depravity that made them both feel good. Belly rolls, flutters and some slight bumps and waves on her supple flesh made it so he would be challenged, but also further aroused as she anticipated what would come next with a shy little smile on her face, half-accepting that she was getting quite into this so far.

Omar, silent due to his lips being used to kiss what was offered to him, went on to be ejected from her belly, only to be further tantalized by it as she danced for his gaze only, as if hypnotizing him into giving in to temptation, to the unique charm of her soft belly flesh. Her navel drew him in, its depth somehow sucking away any reluctance as he was pulled toward it. The heat of the desert, the sand beneath his feet and knees, his own clothes...None of this registered with him as he just went on to be captivated by what Naphenee showed him and he went double-down on her, his lips gluing themselves to her navel as he used his tongue to pleasure both her and himself, a French-kiss of sloppy and yet divine quality being offered to this belly button of hers. He closed his eyes and allowed his senses to get attuned to this, to her taste, her smell, her everything that was belly-related as Omar lost himself in a daze of ecstasy before he opened his eyes anew and he continued this. He felt her hands on top of his as she then guided them toward her own belly, making it so he would squeeze and massage it with complete devotion to this simple task. Nothing else mattered but this, not a single element outside of this precise moment registered as he felt himself being whole along with her. She was pure pleasure, indomitable bliss in a never-ending well of belly sensuality and sexiness.

He heard her moan and sigh, he felt her push her belly against his tongue and his mouth as he went on to continue this for as long as he could. Time had no meaning, his situation was irrelevant, what happened prior to this held no importance...This was just him and Naphenee being kinky, self-indulgent and completely at one another's mercy, for he knew that despite her granting his wish and him being in charge, kissing and licking her belly all over, there was something within this situation that made him feel as if she was in control, allowing him to be dominant to ensure peak pleasure for both him and herself. This idea drove him to go further until eventually he felt hunger assail him and thirst reclaiming his senses as he removed his lips from her soft flesh, from her irresistible midriff and he panted hard, breathing heavily as her odor still lingered on in the air, making him want to go back to it yet through an effort of will he managed to tear himself away from the temptation...And he realized something rather surprising the moment his eyes were removed from Naphenee.

It was night.

Darkness had covered the sky, stars being now seen as the moon looked down on those two. It had been day when he first went on to experiment with, the sun being at its zenith and now it was as if darkness had engulfed everything. Had he been so entranced, so caught in his own appreciation of her midriff to lose track of time, hunger being the only thing waking him up from this state of near-hypnosis he found himself in? He did not quite know how to react to that, dumbfounded, stupefied and yet extremely happy as this had been the happiest moment in his entire life. He had a dumb smile over his face and he looked at her as she breathed in and out, her belly expanding and retracting in a very sexy fashion, at least to his eyes, as she too seemed to be pretty joyous about what had transpired.

“I must admit I had my doubts about this wish of yours, master...But I've never seen someone being so passionate and devoted in all my life as a genie,” Naphenee said, looking at all the saliva coating her belly as she cleaned it up, returning it to its pristine form with but a snap of her fingers. “Granted, I helped you get in the mood, but you certainly were earnest about your wish...And quite original too.”

He felt very thankful to her as he sat down, the chill of the night returning to his flesh as he shivered a bit until Naphenee went on to summon a little fire nearby, sensing that this would be needed. He didn't have any food on him, unfortunately, but he created a puddle of water to sate his thirst as she sat down near him, creating a slight moment of intimacy between the two. They said nothing, observed the stars and seemed to be content with that, a moment that lasted quite a while until Omar himself went on to break this silence, hoping to get to know her a little better after all of this. “So...This is definitely real after all...You're really a genie who can go on and grant any wishes?” he asked, decidedly curious about how this all worked as his first two wishes were definitely different in nature. His first was nothing short of a miracle, something that would be useful for his entire life while the other was more benign, a spur-of-the moment thing that nevertheless had been very nice. “What exactly are the limits? What's taboo for a genie, really?”

“Well, we can't really bring back people from the dead, for starters. Too messy and there are way too many domains and instances of various afterlife that would come after either us, the one who asked for that wish or both. I can't give more wishes to masters or mistresses, which should be a given. The limit is three no matter what...Not that it's a bad deal, you understand,” Naphenee explained, showing three fingers to Omar as she gestured with her remaining hand, creating imagery for him to observe by using her magic and the fire nearby. “There's a huge controversy on violent wishes, those that harm, injure or even cause death. Some allow them to be voiced while others simply don't. I personally do not like them, so I would prefer not to be asked such demands. I am more of a pacifist in nature.”

“I presume you have that stance because you've had some bad experience in the past? I mean, if you were there before Teldrabad was a thing, then you must have had like hundreds of masters,” Omar continued, getting into it as he was an afficionado of tales, of history, of legends and lore and what could be more interesting to listen to than a genie whose perspective was so different. She must have seen so many things, have interesting nuggets of information to share.

“Not so many, really. I've had some masters who wanted me to harm their rival, but the moment I went on to commit the deed I had to look in the eyes of those I wronged and...I just can't bring myself to do it anymore. Let's just say that I prefer to grant happiness rather than sadness to others,” Naphenee declared, looking into the fire as if she was remembering something she'd rather not recall. “I've had to act against my own code of conduct at times in the face of those whose desire were wicked and destructive to themselves and others. It left a sour taste in my mouth to do so, but it's made it so I take some extra satisfaction out of more modest or benevolent wishes, giving them my all in the process.”

It was true that she had given him much more than he thought he'd receive with his gift of water invocation and his hour-long make-out session with her belly. As a matter of fact, she had been nothing but nice and good-spirited to him ever since he had accidentally summoned her. In truth, she had saved his life and made it so he could actually fulfill a long-time dream of his. She was exemplary, in more ways than one...And what he done before meeting her, really? Drink too much? Treat others badly? Move away from his problems? Create trouble wherever he went? He hadn't exactly earned such a gift as her and he felt ashamed of himself, as if he was unworthy of the happiness that he had been given.

“Still, I'm very glad we got to see one another. You're one of the most polite and respectuous masters, as far as I'm concerned,” she said, kissing him on the cheek before she resumed her floating stance, crossing her arms and giving him a wink. “Now, proclaim your final wish and I'll happily grant it.”

“Wait...What happens after your grant that one? What exactly will happen to you?” Omar said, feeling concerned for Naphenee as her smile had almost a sad quality to it, her fate not being entirely kind it seemed after all of this would be said and done.

She looked at him in surprise, again flustered as she seemed to be searching for the right words, the correct way to explain it, losing some of her mysticism in the process. “Well...I would just...go away. Back in the lamp, in my receptacle.” she responded, this question clearly not being asked many times, perhaps never at all as she felt like this was a rather sordid question. “It is very rare that people ask me this question, I must admit. The lamp becomes inactive for a whole generation, about 25 to 30 years and then someone else stumble upon it, summon me, get three wishes and the cycle goes on to repeat itself ad infinitum.”

So that's what she meant when she said she didn't get that many masters or mistresses in the past. She popped up every thirty years of so, got to see the world with her own eyes for a limited amount of time and then went on to just get trapped within that object anew. It was no wonder that she was so willing to talk, to interact, asking questions and just being nice...She was lonely. She was caught in a cycle that would be torment for just about anyone, yet to her this was normal. “And what happens if an accident happens, if your lamp just get smelted down or something?” Omar said, the thought arriving swiftly, the situation Naphenee got caught in being too sad to even be fully understood. “Would that set you free...Or...”

“I would perish. If the lamp is destroyed or damaged, I would get the full effect of whatever is done to it be reflected upon my body, on my entire being. The lamp and I are one,” Naphenee said matter-of-factly, not afraid or even outraged by this possible fate. “It could happen eventually, yes, but such is life for a genie like me.”

Omar fell silent and contemplative for a bit, thinking about it all, absorbing such information as he felt somewhat selfish, the terrible destiny of someone as worthy of adoration, of love, of respect like her being so grim, so devoid of any hope...And yet she took it in stride. To her, this was as expected, nothing unnatural to be associated with such possibilities. He looked at her and then she looked at him with a little smile on her face.

“We had fun, master, but now you must think carefully about your final wish,” she explained, her hand coming in contact with his shoulder as she seemed sad, strong, indomitable, vulnerable and beautiful, all of this at once no matter how contradictory it all seemed. “Do think it through for you sake.”

He knew exactly what he wanted as he sighed, then looked at her with determination, with absolute certainty. “Naphenee, I wish of you to be free of that vicious cycle. Be a free genie.”

A look of shock on her face, of awe and she felt an energy dwelling within being unleashed as the mark on her forehead dissipated, turning into a jewel of the deepest red possible, indicating that this was a slave rune that had been erased, replaced with something far more beautiful and meaningful in its stead. Her golden cuffs went on to shatter in pieces, freeing her forearms as the lamp broke as well, making it so her smoke tail went on to twirl and reshape into two shapely legs, covered by the same fabric that flowed below her waist, leaving her with puffy pantaloons and curved slippers of pink and red respectively. She was at a loss for word, unable to take it in. Nobody had ever been that nice to her, thinking of her own well-being like this. It was just not something she knew how to react to.

“You've given me a lot to think about and you gave me a break and a gift of wisdom when I needed it the most, Naphenee. Consider this payment for your benevolence and generosity,” Omar said, feeling that he had somehow repaired some of his faults in the past with such a deed. It was nowhere near enough for him, but it was certainly a start as he went on to rise up and walk, leaving her there. “I hope you'll enjoy your new lease on life and your freedom. You deserve to be happy.”

As he walked in the distance, she shouted toward him, trying to make him stop. “Master...I mean...uh....”

“My name is Omar.”

“Omar! I've never been free, liberated from my position of servitude...I've always just followed commands and granted wishes...I just don't...” she began to say, again searching for the right words as she stood up on her own two legs, those two things feeling somewhat alien to her now. “I'm afraid I do not know what I should do...There are so many things I am capable of and...And yet...I...”

“Just grant your own wishes. You probably still have your powers. Do what you've always wanted to do, that's all,” Omar said as if it was the simplest of answers albeit he knew how tricky and complex this could be for just about anyone. She was smart, caring and powerful, however, so he would bet that she'd be more than fine.

“If only I knew what I want!” she responded out loud, her own desires never really being included in any equation or exchange, her duty to masters and mistresses ever being the top priority to her. She ran toward him, stopping just a meter in front of his person as she looked at him in the eye with a pleading look. “Well...Would you permit me to tag along...With you, I mean? If you want that is...It's just...uh...You did wish to be able to play with my belly forever, so I still have that obligation, after all.”

She blushed while she said that, looking away from him, which made her look adorable. She had, apparently, liked it and was asking in an indirect manner if they could do it again...Or at least that's what he thought. He chuckled, thinking that perhaps luck had indeed decided to make it so he'd be joined to Naphenee no matter what would happens. He felt blessed, lucky beyond what he could properly explain and he looked at her with a genuine and loving smile.

“I'd be quite happy to have you tag along, Naphenee...For as long as you wish.”

“Great! I think we'll be very happy together mast...I mean Omar. Yes, I believe things will be very fine for the both of us!” she said, decidedly happy and excited, the prospect of an unknown future certainly giving her energy as she walked in the opposite direction, prompting for Omar to cock and eyebrow. “The closest city is this way, Omar. If you continue there, it's a two-day journey to a rather secluded town while if we got this way we'll be within Teldrabad's reach within half-a-day at the utmost.”

An embarrassed smile on his face, it was nevertheless with contentment in his heart and soul that both Omar and Naphenee went on to move together toward an unknown destiny, now joined together as fate would have them, their adventure together merely starting...