Page 129 of Knight's End
That arrogant concubine opened her mouth and shook her head. "That was not our deal.” She hopped onto the windowsill and snapped. She disappeared. I assumed she jumped from the window and ran.
I didn’t bother to follow. I wouldn’t be able to see her.
I started to march down the hall, to grab a random soldier in this place to grant my wish. But then I felt a yank around my navel. And I dissolved into navy blue smoke.
* * *
Ireappeared underwater, sputtering until a ditzy voice in front of me said, “Oh, look a djinni! I must have found a djinni’s ring!”
I stared bleakly through the water, pointing at my neck in an ‘I’m choking’ way.
“I don’t think he can breathe.”
“Shite! Do I have to wish for that? Will that waste one of my wishes?”
I reached forward through the bleary water, toward the girl’s bright colored hair. One had purple hair and the other turquoise. I looked at their hands. Who had the ring? I was going to pop her head off her neck—
“I wish you could live underwater!” she grumbled.
Instantly, I could breathe and see a bit better. We were in the ocean, in the midst of what looked like sea trash. Two sirens stood in front of me, buckets on their arms filled with all sorts of random human paraphernalia. Their breasts bobbed in the current. They looked young.
I bowed, averting my eyes. If one of these sauce-boxes had my ring, I didn’t want them to know who I was.
“Ohh, what can we wish for?” One of them hopped in the water, causing my aching balls to pulse. I tried to hide as I came just a little in my pants.
These idiotic mer creatures didn’t know the first rule of wishing, did they? I let my smile grow bigger. Half of it became real as I realized they didn’t know their first wish should always be, “I wish you wouldn’t kill me.”
I tried to look kind and thoughtful, like a stupid man might. I tried to imitate the faces of some of my advisors as I smiled at the girl.
“Wish I was a siren,” I said. “So that I can please you.”
“Please us how?” the one with turquoise hair asked.
“Giandi, you know how,” the one with purple hair giggled. “Ohh, if we wished he was a siren, maybe he could enter that new competition the queen’s having!”
Giandi clapped her stupid hands as I fought the urge to shove my face into the pussy that was covered only by the tiniest wisp of cloth.
“I wish you were a siren!” she giggled.
“Granted,” I said. Immediately, though I had been able to breathe before, I felt much more at home in the water. Scales grew on the outsides of my arms. My pecs grew to ridiculous proportions and my hair turned into a blond mop that wavered on my head.
“Competition?” I asked, after I studied my new body. It was ridiculous—completely sexual—the opposite of what I wanted.
But, getting the bubble-breathing spoonys to wish it had let me realize that Giandi wore my ring on her thumb. The black band glittered there in the weak, ocean-filtered sunlight.
“Yes. She’s seeking loyal and trustworthy males—maybe we should make him a sea serpent shifter!”
“Oh! And he can enter the competition and become friends with Queen Avia—”
“Avia?” I asked, clenching my fists as an idiotic smile spread across my face. “I thought your queen was Mayi.”
The purple-haired one giggled. “Have you been living under a rock? Queen Bloss killed her nearly a week ago. Avia is Bloss’s sister, but also Mayi’s daughter, and she’s completely and totally—”
“Amazing!” they said in unison, like a group of godawful play actors I’d had executed once.
Giandi turned to her purple-haired friend. “Maybe I should just wish to be friends directly with Avia.”
“That’s a great wish,” I stated. “But I’m having a little problem,” I gestured down at my hard dick.
