Agrabah Behind Closed Doors
And finally, he had everything he wanted : the sultan had been warded off, Agrabah and every resources it had was his, and he could use everything in his power to lure Jasmine toward him. Accompanied by half a dozen of guards, hands behind his back, Jafar invited himself inside the chambers of the princess.
She was sitting on the end of her royal bed, Rajah cuddled against her, and her gaze fell on him as soon as he penetrated in the room. Instantly, her look became angry, and she stood up, clenched fists at her side.
- You are a despicable man, Jafar. Even more than I thought! she growled.
- Hello to you too, Princess.
She was now just a few steps in front of him, giving him a death stare. Jafar's eyes examined her from head to toes, noticing with pleasure that she put on the clothing he sent for her : an outfit similar to the blue one she used to wear so fondly, but in red, giving her a more... passionate aura.
- You look divine in these clothes, my dear Jasmine, he murmured, letting his fingers brushed a lock of her hair.
Almost instantly, she tried to push away his hand, but he grabbed her wrist before she could do anything.
- You always had so much energy. I think it's time to put it to good use. Leave us, he ordered to the guards with a simple movement of the hand. Oh, and take the kitty cat with you.
- What do you want from me, uh? Why didn't you sent me to the dungeons, like my father?
The doors closed behind his escort, taking Rajah away, Jafar took a few steps in the room, going around Jasmine to have a complete vision of her body.
- Oh no, I have better plans for you than rotting in these cells. A lady of your rank should be... treated differently.
The princess turned around to be facing him, that angry look still on her face.
- And what exactly are those plans, Jafar?
- You care about your father and what happens to him, don't you? And to Rajah?
She kept quiet, appearing surprised by that question.
- Don't you dare hurt them, she warned him in a tone of voice that wasn't louder than a whisper.
- Oh, but that only leans on you, my dear. If you do not give me a reason to, I do not see why they should suffer the consequences of your... behavior issues.
- I don't understand.
Jafar gave her an amused grin, before simply going to sit comfortably on the armchair not far from the bed.
- That outfit does look good on you, indeed. But... I think I'd like to have an idea of what you look... without it.
As soon as the words made their way to her brain, a bright red pigmentation appeared on her cheeks, and she crossed her arms on her bust -- as if it could hide anything.
- Are you... insane?!
- All the best people are, he simply answered before snapping his fingers.
The look in his eyes was an undeniable proof that he would not tolerate anything than a yes from her, and Jasmine knew that he would follow through with his threats if she dared to refuse. Realizing that she was up against it, the princess finally started to take off her trousers, letting her with nothing but panties covering her private parts. She could hear her heartbeat pounding inside her rib cage, and Jafar's gaze all over her was not helping.
- Come closer.
Swallowing her saliva with difficulty, she made a few steps towards him, avoiding to catch his eye. But she could not restrain a gasp when his fingers went to graze the skin of her leg.
- I always knew your skin would be as smooth as silk, he murmured, before sitting back. Take off the rest.
Slowly, Jasmine complied, taking off the little piece of clothing covering her breasts. Was she ashamed? Her body was always something she thought as pretty, and the looks on men faces when she was passing by confirmed that for her, but she would have never thought that one day, she would reveal it completely to... him. Jafar. The man that she could never stand, aware of his only growing greediness and envy well more than her poor father, too naïve for his own good.
- Everything off, princess. Everything, he repeated, detaching every syllabus of this specific word.
With that, the panties joined the rest of the clothing on the floor, leaving Jasmine fully naked in front of the man that assumed the Vizir's position for so long.
- Turn around for me.
Turning her back to him gave her a few seconds of respite, but it did not last long. As soon as she faced him again, with one finger, he signaled to her that he wanted her to come even closer, and she did, slowly, but she stopped when her legs barely touched his. But he wanted more, so he grabbed her by the shoulder, making her bend over toward him. The mouth slightly opened because of the surprise, Jasmine found herself at only a few centimeters from Jafar's face, her hands on his knees to avoid falling over him.
- I suggest you get on your knees, now, Princess.
- Jafar, please, there must be another way... she tried to beg.
- On your knees. Now.
He would not change his mind, and she knew it. Without another word, Jasmin then kneeled before him, her eyes falling on the huge mass still hidden by Jafar's clothes. Perfectly aware that she had no choice but to do as she was asked, her hands reached for these, slowly putting them down.
Already hard as a rock, as he only laid eyes on her, Jafar's cock rose, as nothing was preventing it to do so anymore.
- Come on now, don't tell me you're afraid. That mouth of yours was made for this. Not to let out snarky remarks, as you seemed to think.
Closing her eyes, hoping it would help her, the princess leaned on, and her tongue went to lick the tip. And soon, it was just as inconscient instincts took over, as she put the entire member in her mouth, providing him a piece of oral sex. She never did this before, not even with a few friends she went quite close with. It always stopped to kisses and caresses, as her standards provided her to go too far.
And yet, Jafar knew he was right to trust his gut on this : she was good, definitely good at it. With a few years of experience... She would give incredible buccal treats.
If he let her continue, he would eventually cum, even more helped with the context : Jasmine was finally his to enjoy, and she would not have much to say about it. He had her... At his disposal, and he could finally give free reins to this fantasy he had going in his mind for years and years.
Making her stand back up, Jafar followed the motion, pressing their bodies against one another. His hands went to press against her back, before going lower, just enough for him to be able to press her butt cheeks in his firm hands.
Jasmine's hands were on his chest, as she had not a lot of room for herself, and she bared his touch without a word. His fingers were running on her skin, appreciating feeling her shiver to that touch. Soon, one of his hands came back on her front, skimming over her breasts.
- I see you enjoy this moment more than you dare to admit, he whispered in her ear.
- I do not! she severely protested, quickly cut short by a light scream of surprise when two of Jafar's fingers went to press her nipple.
- Your body is reacting, princess. Whether you admit it or not... This moment is way less disconcerting to you than you say. Look.
Without letting her a second to react, he reached for her most private part, his finger rubbing against it.
- You're wet, my dear Jasmine. I would have never guessed that you would be that excited from a striptease and a fellatio, but I suppose you're even sluttier than I thought.
The princess looked away, her cheeks turning red under the shame. She would never admit out loud -- and especially not to him -- that a sweet heat settled in her as he was detailing her naked body, that she felt the craving to suck him deeper and faster on her own, or that his hands on her skin made her juices start to flow.
The truth was, she might not like the man doing it, but her body definitely liked what he was doing to her. Her reason was begging her to fight it, but her mind surrendered long ago. And as Jafar's finger inside her started to move back and forth, faster and deeper, she had to bite her own lips to avoid giving him exactly what he wanted.
Quickly, he shifted into higher gear, allowing his tongue and other hand to titillate her nipples. He could feel that the young woman in his arms was slowly letting go, hearing her breathing becoming stronger. Finally, he got out a first moan out of her lips, as he added another finger inside her most intimate part.
He took advantage of that state she was in to push her onto the bed. Getting behind her, he put her on all fours, and did not wait a second before pushing his member inside of her. The pleasure mixed with the surprise, Jasmine let out a new moan, even louder than the previous ones. Her reason was definitely defeated, as the old Vizir was thrusting in her vagina, cadenced by the sound of their skins colliding. Jasmine was completely driven by pleasure, her fists clenched on the sheets of her bed, lifting her hips as much as she could to give him the most access. She never felt this good, and she silently begged for this to last forever. She did not even really remembered that it was Jafar making love to her : the positing helping, as she could not see him, he was only a nameless and unknown cock, giving her that sacred pleasure she denied herself until then.
But she went back to her senses when she felt Jafar's body pressing against hers and his hands violently grabbing a breast for one and her ponytail for the other. Her head followed the motion, going back, and she heard his heavy breathing right inside her ear.
- Tell me how much you're loving this. Don't deny it, your moans say otherwise.
She hesitated, but as his hand went to grab her neck, she realized she still needed to follow his guidelines.
- I... Do, she enunciated between two moans, feeling her pleasure going to its highest peak.
- That's right, you little slut. For all these years, you looked down at me, disrespected me, insulted me, and now, you're nothing but the body I'm going to use as I wish for as long as I desire. You hear me?
- Please... Don't stop...
It was just as good as Jafar imagined it : Jasmine had never knew a man before him, and he could feel it. That kind of vagina, so tight, pressed his member on all sides, making the sex feel better than with anyone more experienced. And even more, as she was completely passive, simply letting him do what he wanted to do to her, it allowed him to go as fast and deep as he wished. His desire and rage contained all these years could perfectly be projected at full blast, making him seem like a mad animal.
Finally, Jasmine reached her climax, cumming loudly on the old Vizir's cock. He followed soon after, letting his semen fill her insides.
Without more consideration, he got out of her, letting her fall forward on the bed. Incapable of making sense of what just happened to her, her breathing still erratic, she barely had conscience of the fact that Jafar was putting his clothes back on.
- Clean yourself up. And be ready to start again whenever I want, he simply ordered before making his way out of the room.
Left alone, it took a few minutes to the princess to be able to get back up, leaving the sheets soaked with sweat. She... hated Jafar. She hated him and still, he just gave her the most pleasuring experience she ever had.
Maybe... This new reign would not be so bad, after all."
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