Hello, here is the third chapter! Leave me comments that will motivate me to write more! :)
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A week later, Jafar had learned all that he knew about the princess She had learned very fast and had become very strong, much stronger than before the start of her training. But Jafar still had an advantage over her. During their days together, a true complicity was to settle between the vizier and the princess.
"Let's start princess. This time I'll have a wooden knife, pretend it's a real, Jasmine." Jafar said to the princess, smiling.
Jasmine did not answer and returned his smile. She got into position, and they started a most interesting fight. After several minutes, Jafar smiled and waited for the right moment to take the advantage. The princess wanted to strike Jafar, but he grabbed her wrist, turned it around and pressed her against him. She was back, her body completely flat against Jafar. Quickly, she felt the wooden knife stick to her ribs.
"And you're dead princess." Jafar whispered to her ear, massaging it slightly. Jasmine could not hold back a smile.
"Hmmm, you taught me everything you know and despite it, you always have the advantage over me ... Why ?" Jasmine sighed, still against him. Jafar let her to go. She took a small step forward, stayed in front of him, without looking at him.
"Well I... favor the technique and strategy princess." replied Jafar.
"Hmmm I see, and me what could I use as a 'secret technique' ?" Jasmine asked.
"...You can do like me, privileged strategy instead of strength, For someone like you, it would be a big advantage. However... there is something you could serve..." began the vizier smiling.
"Ah ? Enlighten me Jafar ..."
"You could use ... your charm...princess." Jafar kept his smile.
"My...charm ?" the princess marveled as she remained in front of him.
"Of course princess, you must surely doubt that no man is indifferent before you and your beauty ..." Justified Jafar.
"Really ?" Jasmine said mockingly, with a smile on her lips, without waiting for Jafar's answer. Suddenly she turned to face him. She walked up to him with a seductive gait, and she noticed Jafar's gaze running through her. She was now in front of him, she approached and put his hands on his chest. She slipped a hand near the veil around her head and pulled it slightly toward her. Jafar was dying to kiss him, but he did not do anything, he just watched her with a small smile. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Jasmine was now close to his face, she felt the hot breath of the vizier. She slipped her other hand on Jafar's arm and in the second that followed, Jafar felt the wooden knife slip from his hands, and watched as the princess sprang from his embrace. Jasmine laughed and Jafar could not stop laughing as he noticed that the princess had handled it well.
"That's what you wanted to talk, Jafar?" asked Jasmine, happy to have succeeded.
"Ohoh, yes indeed princess I spoke well of that ... and I see you master perfectly the art of seduction ... I do not need to teach you princess." Jafar laughed with a slight smile as he scanned his body.
"Yes, even on you, my little game works."
"What did you think Princess ? That I was insensitive to your charm ?" Jafar asked, curious about her answers.
"Well ... I did not expect that kind of reaction from you ..."
"Hmmm I see. So... let's continue princess."
Jasmine did not answer, she returned the knife to Jafar and they continued their training.
The end of the day was approaching and Jasmine had never managed to take advantage. However, she tried to use cunning, but the vizier always found a trick to counter it. But the fact that Jafar resisted her gave her ideas to reproduce the day she needed it. She held all these tricks and tried to use them against him to her advantage. But Jafar seemed to have an endless intelligence.
"I think it's good for today Princess, we're starting to tire ... both." said Jafar, the wooden knife still in his hands.
"Yes indeed, Jafar, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course princess ..."
"Why did my father choose you to train me ? Finally, what I mean is that it would have been more logical for him to choose a guard ... Although I'm happy he does not follow this logic I can not help wondering why he turned to you ?"
"Hmmm, I see what you mean. You see princess, I did not get to the job of vizier by chance, in my youth I was a soldier... I was the best, and not thanks to my physical strength but thanks to my strategy, my way of thinking. Every time I found a solution. The years went by and I improved myself in all areas, but... I did not want to be a soldier any more, I was looking for other thing. But your father to think that he should not lose a soldier like myself, without boasting. So he called me vizier, and today I am here, princess. " Jafar explained.
"Oh, I understand better now where you got all that knowledge. And what did you want to do to stop being a soldier ... did you find him ?" Jasmine intrigued.
"Oh yes I found it, in a way. But for now it does not matter." he said to her without looking at her.
"Hmmm." she contented herself to answer.
"You should go and rest princess ... The day of tomorrow will be the same as today. We will continue until you get to beat me princess."
Jasmine did not answer, she bit her bottom lip, slowly approaching Jafar, who was still back, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Jafar ?" she called it simply.
The vizier turned to face her. He watched her approach and put a hand on his chest. Thinking that she was still using a trick of seduction, he did not move, keeping a firm hand on the wooden knife. But suddenly, he felt Jasmine's hand slip about his neck, she drew him to her quickly and Jafar felt the lips of the princess on his. At that moment, surprised, he could not resist his own desire, he let the piece of wood slip from his hands and gripped the princess at the waist to press against him. He kissed her passionately as Jasmine tied her arms around his neck. They kept their body sated against each other and continued to kiss passionately. Jasmine stopped the kiss and pulled away from the vizier, moving away slightly.
"I... I'll leave you now..." she said simply as she headed for the exit, biting her lip with a small smile. Jafar did not answer, he just smiled at the sight of her leaving, and left in her own rooms.
The next morning, Jafar was waiting for Jasmine for her training. He could not help smile, thinking the day before. At this moment, he saw the princess arrive.
"Hello princess, I was waiting for you." Jafar said, noticing a slight blush on her face.
"Hello Jafar, excuse my delay I did not wake up in time." She lied.
"Of course." Jafar simply replied, knowing very well that she was just horribly awed to come. "Come on, let's start princess." he continued, pretending as if he had not spent anything, wanting to embarass her as little as possible.
Jasmine got into position and they started their usual fight. After several minutes, Jafar could not resist. He waited for the princess to give a blow, he quickly grabbed her grip and gave her a turn, so that she could not defend herself. He drew her to him quickly and kissed her tenderly. He kept her pressed against him and deepened the kiss. Jasmine could not resist and responded to his embrace, letting out a groan. The princess felt her own excitement rise, so she pulled away from him and walked away. All fear had disappeared, Jafar had finally put at ease.
"Do not take advantage Jafar, you deconcentrate me ..." smiled Jasmine.
Jafar smiled back and got back into position. A few minutes later, their movements had made them move just in front of the big cushions that adorned the room. Jasmine tried to give it a shot, but to her great habit Jafar wanted to dodge. However, to his surprise, Jafar did not succeed, he stumbled into the cushions and collapsed on them, followed by Jasmine, destabilized.
The princess had fallen on Jafar, her hands were resting on his chest instinctively. The vizier slid his hands over his hips and Jasmine could not help bending over to kiss him ardently. Jafar slid his hands along her back, then on the top of her buttocks. Jasmine gave a small groan, feeling the desire to increase. Jafar's caresses were so good to her, she would have wanted him to never stop.
"Jafar, you ... you get me so much excitement..." Jasmine confessed.
"Princess, you draw me horribly... I do not think a man can feel as much desire as me..."
"I love you Jafar ..." she said before returning to kiss him.
Jafar responded to her embrace and continued to massage. Jasmine felt the excitement of Jafar through his pants and moaned as he felt the Vizier's tongue tie with her. She straddled him and leaned over to continue kissing him. Jafar took the opportunity to put his hands on his buttocks. The princess rubbed herself against the vizier's basin to increase his excitement. Jafar grabbed the princess and turned her around so that he would be above her. He rubbed between Jasmine's thighs as she pressed him against her, keeping her legs around him. Jafar bent down slightly and came to kiss her hand while sliding his hands on her.
"Yes... caress me it's so good..." Jasmine pleaded, leaning back in ecstasy.
Jafar, looking at the princess arching herself, bent down again on her body and reached her breast. He slid his hands behind her back and unzipped her clothes. He smiled slightly and massaged her breasts. He then began to lick her nipples hard by the pleasure, while listening to the groan of the princess.
"Hmmm... do not stop..." she moaned, unable to resist.
Jafar continued to bend over her body and reached her thighs. He carefully removed Jasmine's pants, stood back and contemplated.
"Oh Jasmine you are so beautiful, you are irresistible my kitten ..." Jafar moaned, leaning between her legs. He began slowly licking her intimacy, and stroked her thighs with his hands. He buried his tongue in her, tasting her still virgin depths.
"Jafar..." Jasmine groaned, bringing her hand away from Jafar's head to pull him closer to her. Jafar smiled at her reaction and deepened his caresses. After a few minutes, he went back on her and kissed her deeply while continuing to stroke her whole body.
"Princess, I want you so much..." he said rubbing between her thighs.
"Jafar... please, give me what I've never had before... give me more pleasure. Slip between my thighs, I want to be yours, Jafar, I want to feel you inside me, caress me. Make me moan ... "
"Oh Jasmine..." Jafar moaned as he kissed her, rubbing his limb between her bare legs.
No longer able to resist, Jafar spread his dress with one hand leaving his limb left hardened by excitement. He came to kiss the princess's blow and pushed himself into her. Jasmine screamed of pain feeling his thick member bury itself in her. He began to come and go in her slowly and came to kiss her passionately. He tied his tongue to hers and kept pushing himself inside her. He pushed harder and faster, which made the princess moan. A few hours later, after having finished giving pleasure, Jafar fell on the big cushion, followed by Jasmine, coming to call herself in his chest, exhausted and completely filled.
To be continued...
