It was hard being a queen apart from her sultan, Jasmine quickly found out. Aladdin was away, fighting a war in the neighboring kingdom against a most vicious sultanate. He had not been required to go, and indeed some among his advisors had suggested he not put himself in harm's way. Indeed, his wife was one of those who was most vocal about him staying put and not engaging danger. But that was one of Aladdin's greatest qualities, and Jasmine surely cursed him for it, was his determination to always do what he felt was right no matter the cost. So he had galloped off at the head of his troops, all of them brandishing gleaming swords and a heady desire for battle and protecting the kingdom and keeping safe their women and whatever else men take into consideration when they seek out war.
This left Jasmine on her own to deal with the sudden and unexpected threat of famine due to a very bad year with the crops, in addition to putting up with a rise in the criminal population now that there were almost no guards to police up the streets or even keep riff-raff out of the palace. She felt as though she were being pestered by beggars and thieves almost constantly, as they were often able to march right up to her front door and pound on it and holler up at her open windows as she tried to get any sort of a breeze flowing through her chambers.
It was one of the hottest summers in living memory, which just topped off all the rest of Jasmine's problems quite well. She couldn't get any mental peace, and now she could not get physical respite either. Things just kept piling up, and the queen had nearly reached her breaking point, but she had no idea just how bad things were about to get.
A particularly sweltering day set the stage for Jasmine's troubles coming to a head. She had been putting up with riots on the outskirts of the city as desperately hungry people tried to acquire food and resources by force. The famine was driving the people of Agrabah absolutely crazy. What had almost always been a peaceful populace in the past was quickly becoming a land of murderers, rapists, arsonists, and thieves. In an attempt to quell the violence, Jasmine had sent every last palace guard to the site of the riot with strict orders to not come back until things had been sufficiently calmed down. A hand to her temples to rub out the stress, Jasmine retired to her room and decided to rub out stress another way as well.
Even though it was so incredibly hot, Jasmine felt a strong need and she couldn't get the thought of masturbating out of her mind. Therefore, she locked her door and began to slide off her blue bralette that she wore everywhere. Her fingers made their way to her breasts and she squeezed them tightly with both hands, pinching her brown nipples. Then she slid her hands over her flat stomach and pushed her flowing pants down around her ankles and stepped out of them.
Jasmine took a moment to admire her naked body, of which she put too much effort into to not be proud of. She had warm, tawny beige skin from head to toe. Her long black hair, in a thick braid, curled into its end just above her firm, round ass. Her small, perky tits were just enough to cup in a hand and suck on; the darker brown of her areolas and nipples provided a sexy contrast to the rest of her body. Toned thighs, a small waist, and well-trimmed yet abundant pubic hair completed her sex appeal. She knew many men would kill to have her, and indeed many had tried to impress her with their violent or supposedly hyper-masculine acts. However, she had only ever had one man inside her, and that was Aladdin. She was the only man she felt she would ever need, or want. She didn't like the idea of another man inside her. It felt dirty to Jasmine and she didn't want to be that kind of woman, though she passed no judgement on women who bedded many men. That was their body and their decision, and she thought it was important for women to use their bodies how they wished. Certainly, she did not begrudge them their pleasure. Her decision, however, was to save her body for Aladdin only.
As a result, when she climbed naked into bed and slipped her fingers between her thighs, she thought only of Aladdin. Her imagination manufactured an image of him looking down at her and grinning as he grabbed his fully hardened cock and slid it swiftly into her. In the real world, her pussy quickly soaked itself and she wished more than anything that Aladdin were there to fuck her and take her mind completely off all of her troubles.
Rubbing faster and faster, Jasmine worked towards an orgasm. With a furious effort, she worked her clit. A moan escaped her lips as she leaned her head back and imagined Aladdin grabbing her roughly and digging his nails into her arms as he stabilized himself. In her mind, he used the leverage on her body to ram his length even more roughly into her. In reality, sweat beaded all over Jasmine's body; stomach, tits, lips, and so on. The air was so hot and Jasmine could feel how much it was wearing on her. She briefly considered stopping, but she could feel that she was close to release and mightn't she just finish what she started?
Her imagined Aladdin told her he was about to cum hard inside her, and she wrapped her legs tight around him so as to force his fluid as deep within her pussy as possible. As she thought of Aladdin releasing his warm cum inside her, she finally came herself and lay there exhausted as release flooded through her body. It felt so fucking good. Stress melted away, overpowered by the orgasm and cast out of her.
Jasmine lay there on the bed, soaked with sweat and the juices from her ladyhood. She panted and tried to catch her breath, but a smile stretched her lips. That smile of complete sexual satisfaction did not last long at all, however, as the door to her room was kicked open suddenly with a sound like thunder. She was startled and quickly grasped at the sheets on the bed as she sought to cover herself under the gaze of the huge man that stood before her with a wicked grin on his face.
Jasmine's heart skipped several beats as this tall, unbelievably muscular man took threatening steps towards her very naked and barely covered body. That devious smirk flashed menacingly beneath his beard and made Jasmine's stomach turn as her mind raced with fear. She could guess easily what this strange man intended to do with her, and by the look of his muscled form he would have no trouble doing it.
Thoughts of making a run for it flitted through Jasmine's mind as she overcame the initial shock that had kept her stunned in place and her mind triggered her fight or flight response. She knew, however, that there was nowhere for her to go. So she settled for fighting. There wasn't much experience with fighting for her to draw on, but her father had made her take a few self-defense when hopeful suitors first began to call upon her. At the time, she had seen it as just another way for her bumbling father to make too big of a deal out of nothing. None of these suitors would spend any time alone with her until after she was already legally their property, so what did it matter? They would have the rest of forever to have their way with her, no matter how much she fought. That was a huge part of the reason that she had been so ecstatic at finding Aladdin and being allowed to marry him. She knew he would treat her well always.
It was strange how quickly this all flashed through Jasmine's mind. The enormous man before her had only taken one more step closer by the time her seemingly rogue mind filled her thoughts with useless musings. The intruder was now only a couple of steps away and he seemed ready to grab Jasmine's nude body straight up from where she cowered beneath a thin, white sheet. Patiently, Jasmine waited for the man to reach her bed and begin to reach for her. She intended to catch him off balance and use his weight against him. Just as the man was about to grab her, she threw back the sheet so as to not have anything obstructing her movement, and tensed her entire body. But before she could make a move, another man rushed into the room with an outstretched arm and cried out.
"Stop, Angar!" he shouted forcefully with a voice like distant rolling thunder. "I order you to leave this woman alone."
Unbelievably, the giant man obeyed and Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. She knew not who this other random hero was, but she could not be more grateful. At least, these were her thoughts for a painfully short moment. Her eyes widened with fear as she heard the second man speak again.
"You must not touch the queen. She is far too beautiful to be raped by the likes of you, Angar, you dolt. Nay, that will be the privilege of our commander, Arush. He will make her his top concubine and she shall bear many children for him."
Angar grunted in apparent agreement, and Jasmine felt as though she might faint. The second man spoke again.
"Come, Angar, grab her up and we will take her to the commander. He will be most pleased with your discovery, I promise."