In front of the sofa, a thin mist rose from the floor and slowly took the shape of a man. This time, his form was much clearer.
A strikingly handsome Middle Eastern man with golden-tan skin that shimmered with a faint ash-gray glow. His long black hair cascaded down to his shoulders. His eyes were deep black with pupils that glowed faintly red.
His full, dark lips curved into a teasing smile full of temptation, and small curved horns were barely visible at his temples, almost hidden behind his hair.
His body was tall and perfectly muscular, appearing like a living shadow that could touch the human world at any moment. The figure knelt in front of the sofa, his face only a few inches away from Laras.
"You ran here, but I can still touch you," he whispered in a soft voice that only Laras could hear. "He's sleeping soundly behind you, but I'm wide awake for you."
Laras held her breath. Her body tensed. She felt his hand touch her calf, then slowly slide up her thigh with incredibly skilled movements.
"Don't! My husband is right behind me," Laras whispered almost soundlessly.
The jinn smiled wider. "That's exactly what makes it more exciting. I want him to hear your moans and think it's just a dream."
His invisible hand continued to creep higher, slipping under the hem of Laras's shorts with expert, experienced fingers. The warm digits brushed against her sensitive skin, stroking gently at first, then deeper.
Laras bit her lip hard until it hurt. Her body tensed violently, but the sensation was too strong to fully resist. A small moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it.
"Ahh… mmh…" Laras moaned softly, her voice trembling.
The jinn smiled broadly in front of her, his faintly glowing red eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Good. That's the sound I've been waiting for."
Laras covered her mouth with her hand, but her hips involuntarily moved slowly, following his touch. Her breathing became shorter and faster.
"N-no… ahh… my husband is behind me… ahh," she whispered brokenly. Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears from the mixture of shame and pleasure.
But her body betrayed her. When his fingers found her most sensitive spot and began circling it with perfect pressure, Laras could no longer hold back.
"Nngh… ahh… yes… slowly… just slowly…" she moaned quietly, her voice low and filled with lust even as she tried to suppress it.
The jinn leaned closer until his lips were almost touching her ear. "Say it again, darling. Tell me you like it."
Laras shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Yet her mouth spoke the opposite of what her mind wanted.
"Hh… it feels so good… ahh… don't stop… right there… mmhh!"
Her moans grew harder to control. Her hips moved in rhythm with his fingers. Her body burned, her breathing ragged, and sweat began to bead on her forehead.
Raka shifted behind her, still half-asleep. "Laras, what's wrong? Are you moaning in your sleep?" he mumbled drowsily, his arm tightening around her waist without waking fully.
Laras panicked, but the pleasure was overwhelming. She pressed her face into the sofa pillow to muffle her voice, yet the soft moans still escaped.
"Ahh … no… ahh… deeper… yes… just like that…"
The jinn chuckled softly in her ear, his voice full of triumph. "See? Even while your husband holds you, you're still begging me. Call my name, Laras! Say who's making you so wet tonight!"
Laras bit down on the pillow, her body trembling violently. Her moans became more frequent and uncontrollable.
"Zahir! Nnghh… ahh… I can't take it… hah… it feels so good… don't… don't stop…"
"Good girl, darling. Keep calling my name!"
In the dark corner of the living room, Al-Zahir ibn Al-Malik al-Qadim stood tall, smiling with deep satisfaction as he watched Laras lose herself more and more. His glowing red eyes burned brighter, signaling that he was getting closer to taking full control.
Laras bit her lip hard, her body shaking intensely on the sofa. The invisible hand continued moving skillfully, making her breath come in short gasps.
"Ahh… Zahir… nngh… Al-Zahir…" she moaned softly, her voice breaking between shame and unbearable pleasure.
Suddenly, thick red mist enveloped Laras's body. Al-Zahir's semi-transparent form gradually became more solid and real. He climbed onto the sofa with graceful, predatory movements. His tall, perfectly muscular body, shimmering with golden-ash light, pressed down on Laras from above.
"Zahir… wait! Raka is right behind me," Laras whispered shakily, but her hands clutched his shoulders as if she didn't want him to leave.
Al-Zahir smiled widely, his dark lips brushing against her ear. "He's sleeping because of me. Now… it's just the two of us."
With one smooth motion, he pulled her shorts down. Laras gasped as she felt the heat and hardness of Al-Zahir pressing against her entrance. He didn't rush. He rubbed the tip teasingly against her, making her squirm.
"Ahh… Zahir… slowly… go slowly first," Laras moaned, her voice already filled with desperate pleading.
But Al-Zahir only chuckled lowly. With a slow but firm thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her completely in one deep, long stroke.
"Nngghhh…! Ahh… it's too big… Zahir… ahh!" Laras cried out, her eyes widening from the overwhelming sensation. Her body arched sharply beneath him.
Al-Zahir began to move — slow but powerful thrusts that made the sofa creak softly. His muscular, semi-transparent body pressed against hers, his glowing golden-ash skin touching her hot, sweaty flesh.
"It feels so good… mmhh… Zahir… deeper… ahh… yes… just like that!" Laras moaned uncontrollably. Her voice grew louder and more desperate with every deep thrust.
The jinn lowered his head and kissed her neck hungrily while continuing to move. "Call my name again! Tell me who is fucking you right now."
"Al-Zahir… ahh… Al-Zahir! You… you're the one fucking me… hah… harder… I want it… I want more!"
Al-Zahir's movements grew faster and more forceful. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin and Laras's moans filled the dark living room. The red mist grew thicker, as if hiding the sinful scene from the outside world.
Behind Laras, Raka remained fast asleep, his body twitching occasionally as if sensing something wrong, but not strong enough to wake up.
Laras dug her nails into Al-Zahir's back, her eyes half-closed, tears of pleasure streaming down her face.
"Zahir… I'm yours… ahh… don't stop! Fuck me harder…!"
Al-Zahir ibn Al-Malik al-Qadim smiled in complete triumph. His red eyes blazed like hellfire. He thrust into her harder and deeper, claiming her body as his own forever.
"Good girl, my darling. Tonight, you truly belong to me."
Outside the window, the night wind howled fiercely, as if celebrating Laras's total surrender.
Suddenly, Raka woke up completely from her restless movements. He sat up and turned on the brighter lamp.
"Darling! What's wrong? Your body is burning hot… and why are you crying? Why is your face so red?"
Laras opened her eyes, still panting. Her cheeks were wet with tears and sweat. Her lips trembled violently.
She wanted to scream for help. But what came out of her mouth was only a weak, trembling whisper full of forbidden pleasure:
"Honey … hold me tighter… I'm scared… but… it feels… too good…"
Behind Raka, the jinn stood silently, smiling widely with eyes glowing bright red, full of victory. That night, the line between husband and supernatural being had become dangerously thin.