Jack blinked a little bit at the sudden look of absolute hatred that crossed her features as she suddenly changed there right in front of him. It was sort of like watching one of those old disney movies where a witch would reveal herself by peeling off her face and revealing something horrifically scary. Okay, now that he thought about it, that wasn't really a disney movie... but a bad trip he'd had while watching a disney movie... but the whole point was the same, it was freaky as hell that for an instant, innocent Kay's face had been twisted into the most horrific glare that he just couldn't picture on her features.
But then it was all Maya, and Maya was there sitting naked in front of him. Jack blinked a little as he felt his eyes wandering there across her features, taking a look as those breasts started to swell super big, feeling himself starting to swell as well, though he was swelling in a far different way. Jack couldn't help but blink as he looked down at her, staring at him with that look of hatred, now seeming to be placed on the right face, though it seemed far less frightening where it was then where it had been a few minutes ago. Jack felt himself instinctively tightening his grip on what was now a live wire in his hands, sparking and ready to crackle.
At the same time she suddenly tugged herself free from his grasp. Jack blinked a little as he felt the resistance in his hand suddenly go slack and watched her pull free, only to leave quite a few strands of hair in his hands that had just been there. Raising a slow eyebrow he looked at his hand, then looked at her, blinking a little bit. She was going to be fucking pissssed off once she realized that. Okay, she was fucking pissed off now, but he could only imagine what sort of insane rage might fill the overly vain little bitch once she realized that some of her perfect hair had been jerked from her skull. Maybe though, she could just shapeshift it back in or something.
Even so, she still was about ready to kill him, he could tell. The real question on his mind was whether or not djinn could actually manifest fire or just manipulate something pre-existing. He didn't know the answer to it, and maybe Maya was too mad to even consider it an option, but he did a quick glance for open flame and didn't find any... so one of his bases was covered. Unfortunately, his glove was on his computer desk a few yards away. With as quick as she moved it might as well have been a mile...
"Cute... but you are SOOOOO HOOOO getting bottled, toots..." Jack said as he pointed at her. It was a bluff, of course, he didn't know if the spell could trap her or not, but even the idea of it had seemed enough to get her riled, he imagined if he started saying something she would book it for the door. After all she'd put him through she deserved to fucking have to streak across campus, though she could probably turn to smoke or some shit like that so that it wouldn't be obvious it was here.
In arabic he began starting a chant that was an older type of spell incantation, having read that it was the start of the spell to bind a djinn, but again, he didn't know... whether or not it was, however, in a surprising burst of speed the djinn had somehow managed to smash her fist into his throat. Jack grunted as he started to gasp a little for breath, but grabbed her wrist all at the same time.
She was fast of course, but he was stronger than her, and now that he had a grip on her...
With a fluid motion he tossed her down to the ground roughly, moving down on top of her. He could feel her starting to flail and claw at him, his hands finding their way to her wrists to pin them down, even as she started to kick at him. His knees would hook their way behind her legs as he forced his way between them, forcing his face down close to hers as he winced and then gasped in a breath of air momentarily as his windpipe reshaped itself.
"Ugh... nice... try... bitch..." Jack growled, but he froze a moment later. In the struggle, the hot, heavy head of his thick meat had pressed against her opening, and it was still wet from her earlier arousal, and as hot as a djinn ever was. Despite himself, Jack felt desire nagging at the back of his mind.