Miles and miles away, in a foreign kingdom:

Aladdin grabbed hold of the enemy soldier's shirt and used the leverage to slide his sword even deeper into the man's gut. The soldier's mouth opened in a wordless gasp as he exhaled his final breath. Aladdin grimaced as he removed his sword and let the soldier fall lifelessly to the muddy ground. He turned to his second-in-command, a seasoned general by the name of Siddharth.

"That should have been the last of them, am I right?"

The general nodded.

"Aye, sultan, we've routed out the last of the enemy from this region." Siddharth coughed. "Now at last we have a solid foothold in Bharat's kingdom. We may finally begin the real work of marching through his kingdom and defeating him one city at a time."

Aladdin wiped blood and sweat wearily from his brow.

"I never thought that it would be so difficult just to begin a war of conquest such as this."

Siddharth nodded in understanding.

"Yes, well, the hard part is over. It would've been easier had Bharat not even tested us in the first place so that we wouldn't even had to have bothered with him. The man thinks he deserves to be sultan of all India, but he can't even conquer any of the smaller kingdom's. He was foolish to come after one so large and mighty as Agrabah. We shall take his land for our own, and you shall have the largest kingdom in India as a result, my sultan."

Aladdin thought on this.

"I don't know that I care about the size of my kingdom all that much, but I must admit, it does feel good to accomplish something; even something as bloody as all this."

Indeed, Aladdin felt a great pressure as a young sultan to add to the legacy of the already-great Agrabah. He did not want to be another pathetic sultan as Jasmine's father was; more content with stupid fucking wooden animals than with bettering his sultanate. Aladdin, who had lived as the lowest of the low under Jasmine's father's rule, realized just how much of an impact the sultan could have over those less-fortunate. By this conquest, Aladdin hoped to bring more riches to Agrabah, and thereby provide better lives for the peasants like he had previously been. But he had to admit, the cost was high. They had lost men along the way, although Bharat had lost thrice as many. Aladdin did feel a small twinge of guilt at killing so many, by his own sword and also by the swords of those who militantly followed his command.

Following Siddharth, they walked back to where a temporary camp was being set up. Aladdin and his general had the largest tents. He had tried to refuse the tent at first, but then Siddharth had told him that the men would just fight over who gets to sleep in the sultan's tent and that would ultimately lead to someone losing an eye or a hand or a foot. For the sake of unit cohesion, Aladdin ended up deciding to take the big tent.

As he walked up to his tent, a grizzled old sergeant walked up to him, giving him the proper salute and address.

"Your Militant Sultancy, we have lined up the prisoners of war that were taken today. They were either deserters of Bharat's military or fools who neglected to evacuate the city before it became a battleground."

"Very well. Bring them before me."

The sergeant saluted again, and barked an order into the distance. Soldiers came forward, leading a short line of bedraggled people. There were eleven men and three women. Aladdin appraised the prisoners.

"Are all of the men deserters?" he questioned. The sergeant said that they were.

"Well, and the penalty for desertion is death. Therefore as a sign of goodwill towards the Fool Sultan Bharat, we will carry out the lawful execution of his men for him."

The men all grinned and chuckled. Siddharth kept an impassive expression on his face, though he secretly approved.

Aladdin pulled a knife from his belt and walked up to the men. He then proceeded to walk down the line and slit the throat of each deserter. They dropped to the ground one after the other. Gurgling noises permeated the air as the life slipped reluctantly out of them.

The women trembled and whimpered. Aladdin stepped before them. Eyes darted around fearfully as the three women huddled together nervously.

"Sergeant," Aladdin spoke up with authority. "Gently and swiftly divest these women of their clothes." He waggled his knife at the women.

The sergeant stepped briskly forward, all business, and accepted Aladdin's knife. Making deft and deliberate cuts down the seams of each woman's articles of clothing, he soon backed away and there was cloth nowhere but on the ground. The women tried to cover their breasts and their slits, but Aladdin was still afforded a good view of each woman's physical features.

The first was much heavier set than the others, but to her credit she had quite a voluminous set of tits and was more attractive than not. Still, she was a little too fat and shapeless for Aladdin's taste. He moved on to the next girl.

This one had all of her curves in all of the right places. She had wide hips and a tiny waist. Thick toned thighs, and one hell of an ass, Aladdin had to admit. He imagined that she would be quite the fucktoy, but her face was rather unnatractive. Fucking her from behind was always an option, but he wanted to get a good look at the third girl before he settled.

Thankfully he didn't just take the previous girl immediately to his tent because the third girl was incredibly beautiful. She had a slight frame, and she wasn't tall, but neither was she overly short. Long black hair touched her butt, and her tight body was a sight to behold. Her warm caramel skin enticed Aladdin to look at her more, and he thoroughly enjoyed what he saw.

She reminded him of someone that he had seen before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on... Jasmine! She looked so much like Jasmine. Her nose was a different shape, her lips were formed more of a pout, and her breasts were a fair bit larger, but overall she was stunningly reminiscent of Aladdin's wife. He was very intrigued by this. Looking closer, he also saw that she had vibrant green eyes.

Reaching out, Aladdin grabbed this girl's wrist. She recoiled at his touch, but she didn't make a sound. She just looked up at him nervously.

"I'll take this one." said Aladdin, and he indicated that Siddarth should take his pick. Predictably, he chose the curvy girl, which left only the fat one.

"Sergeant," shouted out Aladdin. The soldier stood before him at attention. "The one that remains will be shared among you and the rest of the men, in order of rank."

The sergeant suppressed a greedy smile, and saluted Aladdin once more, who leaned in to say something more.

"Sergeant, ensure that she's not harmed, okay? At least nothing permanent."

The sergeant nodded, and then grabbed the fat woman's hand, leading her off into the center of the camp. Soon after, the woman's screams of fright could be heard, as well as the raucous shouting and laughter of the men. Skin slapping against skin could be heard as the sergeant began fucking the prisoner. Siddharth walked away with his curvaceous prize, who looked absolutely mortified.

Aladdin's girl let out a tiny squeak of fear as a particularly loud cry could be heard. The fat girl must've received the first load of cum on her face, because she cried out in the exact same way that every girl that ever ended up in the center of the camp did.

Pulling back the flap to his tent, Aladdin ushered the girl that so much resembled Jasmine inside. She scurried forward, and looked around frantically in the way that a trapped animal might. Hands raised placatingly, Aladdin tried to reassure her.

"Don't worry," he said softly. "You're safe."

The girl didn't really seem to trust him and Aladdin couldn't blame her. He was going to have sex with her, but he at least wanted to try to ease her into it. That's how he had learned to do it over the past month that they had been on campaign. Otherwise, it was honestly just too much work. The girls put up too much of a fight for it to be worth it but if you slowly worked them into it, it wasn't as bad.

Aladdin removed his clothes and stood fully naked before the girl. She looked at him with uncertainty. Fingers outstretched, Aladdin gently caressed her face.

"What's your name?" he asked softly.

She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Sniffling, she tried again.

"Zahira." the girl said softly.

"Zahira." Aladdin repeated, looking deep into her green eyes. "You're very beautiful, Zahira."

She moaned out quietly in agony.

"I am not that beautiful," she insisted. "You do not want for me. My womanhood will bring so much of a curse upon your dick and you shall not have any children with your wife if you have sex with me. I cannot control this; it is how it is the way of the gods. They punish girls such as me who fuck men such as you."

Aladdin couldn't fully understand everything she said, as the dialect of her kingdom was slightly different than in Agrabah. The quaint accent she had was incredibly attractive to him, though. He shook his head at her words.

"You won't be punished. That's not how it works."

Looking her up and down again and admiring her tight, sexy, little body, he leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She tried to draw away, but her wrapped his arms around her and began to force himself upon her. He grabbed her breast and fondled it as he rubbed his hardening cock against her. She groaned out and pushed at Aladdin, but she wasn't very strong. Walking her backwards, he picked her up and tossed her onto his bed. Zahira lay there, spread out awkwardly, nervously awaiting what she knew was about to happen.

Aladdin climbed over on top of her and put her tits in his mouth, sucking on them and biting at her hard nipples. She moaned out softly, sniffling and sobbing all the while as well. Kissing his way down her body, Aladdin moved his mouth to between Zahira's legs and began eating her out. To his surprise, she let out a little cry of pleasure and gripped his hair tightly. She also clamped her thighs around his head.

After having tongued her pussy for awhile, Aladdin drew away from Zahira. He looked down at her, and she stared back at him with wide green eyes. He went to stand up and put his clothes back on. It wasn't in him to fuck her against her will.

As he went to stand, a hand shot out and grabbed his forearm. Zahira looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, Your Majesty. I want that you may fuck me."

Aladdin stared into her eyes. His breathing quickened as his heart began to pound.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I do not want to force myself upon you."

Zahira nodded slowly.

"I am sure, my sultan. Put yourself within me. It is what I so desire for."

So Aladdin hesitantly climbed back over Zahira and began to rub the head of his cock on the lips of her pussy. He could feel her wetness, and this turned him on enough to fully harden his dick. He grabbed his length and shoved it inside her, beginning to fuck her hard. His balls slapped against her as he picked up his pace.

Zahira moaned out in ecstasy as Aladdin thrust his dick in and out of her tight slit. She reached up and dug her nails into his chest, scratching down his body. He growled at the pain and brought a hand to her throat, choking her lightly. She smirked and wrapped her legs around him as he pumped his cock inside her repeatedly. Aladdin slapped Zahira across her face and she responded by pulling him in for a kiss and biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

Due to how incredibly hot all of this was to Aladdin, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold his cum for very long. Zahira was far too sexy. He grit his teeth, rammed his cock deep inside of her warm, soft, wet pussy, and squirted her full of his hot cum. She cooed in appreciative surprise as she felt his fluid enter her. She brought him down for another passionate kiss and continued to gyrate against him, working to bring herself to orgasm. In another second, she did. Her pussy clenched Aladdin's dick as she leaned her head back and rode the waves of pleasure. When it was over, she collapsed in a heap on the bed and Aladdin lay down over her. He gave her gentle little kisses all over and she smiled happily.

"I am thankful, my sultan. I have never felt another man in me before, and I very much enjoyed experiencing it just now."

Aladdin said nothing. He just lay there and looked at Zahira, marveling at her beauty and her similarity to his wife. Inevitably, his thoughts turned to Jasmine. He wondered how she was doing back in Agrabah. Safe and sound, he was sure. Lazing about the castle, wishing there were an adventure to go on.

He tried not to think of her anymore, though, lest he feel too guilty for lying with another woman while he was away. He didn't try to justify it in his mind. It was wrong, what he was doing, and he knew that. But he wasn't going to stop. He needed to feel the touch of another woman somewhat regularly and for all he knew, he would be on this campaign against Bharat for years.

Anyway, Aladdin would take Zahira on campaign with him so that he could continue to enjoy her company. Once the war was over, he would go back home to his wife and things could go right back to normal. Curling up with Zahira, Aladdin closed his eyes and drifted off into contented sleep.

All the way back in Agrabah:

Jasmine paced back and forth in Rajesh's room, awaiting the warlord's return. He had gone to find a good bottle of wine to share with her, and had assured her on his departure that when he returned, they could begin to get to know each other more physically. With this casually insinuous remark, he struck fear into Jasmine's heart. She knew it was only a matter of time before Rajesh tried to have his way with her. There had to be a way to stop this from happening, though; a way to defend herself. Jasmine thought hard as she paced. She didn't have a solution just yet, but she would be damned if she was just going to let this invader do whatever he wanted. Oh no, when he came back, Jasmine would have something for him. She would be ready. She had to be ready.