To start, I have a picture I have created inspired by tales of the thousand and one Arabian nights.
It was created using DAZ Studio - a program I use a lot, and has become quite a hobby.
I have done another scene - one in the courtyard of the place inspired by the Tale of the Two Kings.
Scheharazad's Wish
Alone in the desert, Scheharazad came upon an old bottle washed up by the Dead Sea. Perhaps there is wine inside, or even stronger spirit? a high spirited young woman with a taste for adventure cannot resist opening it, just to see.
Breaking the ancient seal on the neck, she struggled with the stopper, tugging at it with all her strength, until POP! - it came off. But almost emmediately, plumes of bluish smoke issued from the neck of the bottle. Too late she realises that the hardened wax seal on the stopper was that of King Solomon! She remembered the stories of how King Solomon trapped the Djinni in bottles and jars, sealing them in with mkystic symbols.
Sure enough, withing seconds the smoke solidified into a mighty blue skinned giant towering over her.
You have freed me from my prison oh Mistress. for this I am bound to offer you three wishes. But after I have granted those wishes, I can do with you as I wish - so choose wisely!"
But Scheharazad wasn't paying attention, for as the mighty effrit floated above the bottle, his lower body was beginning to take form, and the adventurous young woman was unable to take her eyes away from the monsterous member that dangled inches from her face.
As the smoke became flesh, her jaw dropped open in astonishment.
"What" she asked, pointing between the Djinn's thighs, "is that?"
"Err.... that is my male member" the Djinn replied, taken aback by the question.
"Well it certainly looks like one - only much, much bigger" she said, still hypnotised by the organ.
"So about those wishes. What would be thy first wish?" the Djinn tried desperately to get back to the subject.
"Oh. I'm not really sure." Scheharazad pondered, still peering intently at the veined flesh that rested on a pair of heavy balls as big as a bull's. "What are the restrictions?"
"I am a mighty Djinn" the demon replied, "I can work almost any kind of magic. The laws of nature are mine to command"
Sceharazad suddenly remembered hearing someting at the back of her mind. "What was that you said about doing with me as you wish? What would that be?"
Scheharazad sat back looking up at the Djinn pouting, the moonlight glaming off her ample busom. All of a sudden, the Djinn felt put on the spot, and wasn't sure where this was going at all.
"Well, during my improsonment I raged and swore revenge against mankind. The laws of magic dictate i must grant the person that summons me anything they wish for - one wish for every thousand years that i have been in this bottle."
Then the Djinn bent down and griined a wicked grin at the girl.
"but once I have finished with that, i can take my revenge and do terrible things to you. HA HA HA HURRR"
Scheharazxad's eyes opened wide. "Oooh - what kind of things? Are you going to ravage my poor frame with that huge mighty organ, taking your pleasure from me til I cry out for mercy?"
"Actually, I was going to turn into a great sea serpent and just bite your head off - but now you mention it.... hmmmmm"
More artwork - this time a werewolf.
something experimental here.
