The next morning Jasmine anxiously awoke and waited for the news. She didn't know how or when the General would die but she hoped it would be sooner than later. When he suddenly appeared in the gardens around the same time she did, she could hardly veil her surprise. He didn't look the least bit distressed and she was so far disappointed in Jafar not to cause his demise before he had another opportunity to offend her. Even more to her shock, the General spotted her and headed her way, which elicited a visible look of revulsion upon her face.

"Your expression is ugly on such an otherwise beautiful face," he told her as he neared.

"And your expressions are ugly on an ugly face," she retorted.

He sneered at her. "The insolence you carry; I don't see how your father is proud of you."

"What do you want?"

"I was summoned by the Grand Vizier. He told me to meet him in the gardens."

"He's not here," she replied insolently. "Perhaps you were told wrong."

"My orders were clear, Princess," he answered spitefully. "The Grand Vizier is generally a punctual man. I am surprised he is not here. Are you sure you have not seen him?"

"Of course not. Why would you even bother to ask? You should know that the Grand Vizier and I are not on good terms."

"Are you not?" the General asked with an arched brow. "You at least seem to agree well enough on the council."

"I'm not sure what you mean."

The General shrugged but gave off a vibe that he didn't believe her naivete. He looked around the gardens and tapped his foot impatiently. "Where is Jafar, anyway?"

A sudden thought occurred to her. They were the only ones in that part of the garden at the moment. Surely Jafar would not try to frame her for the General's murder?God, he was such a conniving bastard.

Before she could excuse herself, the General slapped his hand to his neck and pulled it away with a hard gaze to his palm. Blood was smeared across it and he stared at it in shock.

Jasmine froze, wondering what Jafar's plan was. If the General died of puncture wounds to his neck or some kind of wound that looked like it could only be inflicted by a human, it would be a mistake to run now or else she would look culpable.

The General now slapped at his shoulder and this time Jasmine saw it. Wasps. She stood stock still as suddenly more wasps came to settle on the General and he swiped through the air in an attempt to make them retreat. It was frightening enough to catch Jasmine off guard, too bewildered to flee.

The General backed away from her, ducking his head and waving his arms through the air. "Get them off me!" he cried out in rising panic. "Get them off!" He began to run but was unable to evade them. He dove into the water fountain but the wasps kept coming. Soon there was a swarm of them, stinging him incessantly.

By now the General's movements caught the attention of a few others coming into the gardens. They stared at the madness without stepping forward, not wanting to be caught in the swarm. The General screamed madly, hopping and running away to no avail. He was nearly blind with the swelling of the stings.

Jasmine clasped her hands to her mouth as the General stumbled towards the balcony. She knew it was coming but it was no less shocking when he finally bumped into it hard enough to knock himself over the railing and fall over the other side, down the steep cliff where the palace looked over the middle of the city. His cry of alarm sailed all the way down until it was cut off by a hard thud.

There was screaming all over the gardens and Jasmine sat in a hollow mood, paralyzed by shock. She expected to feel satisfied by his death but it wasn't coming so easily.

"An unfortunate way to die."

She hadn't heard the Grand Vizier come up behind her and she turned and punched her fist into his chest. It hardly fazed him at all.

"Why did you have to do that when I was so close?" she whispered hoarsely at him.

"Is there a problem, Princess?"

"You know I come to the gardens often at this time of day," she pouted. "You didn't have to involve me."

"My dear Princess," he hissed, "you ordered his death. Of everyone here, you are the most involved."

His message shot through her, making her realize the immaturity she had displayed was more than prominent. He was initiating her. She might not have been the tiger but she was the one that purposefully unleashed it.

Jasmine held her head up high and glared up at Jafar. He studied her, trying to figure out how she would take this new notion of transitioning to murderer. There was a moment as she stared hard into him before sighing heavily with acceptance. She walked to the edge of the balcony and leaned over to stare at the General's lifeless, broken body spattered all over the cliffs down below. There was still chaos in the air and Jasmine held her arms up for attention.

"Calm yourselves!" she called out. Her voice was loud enough to first quiet the closer groups before managing to reach the ones further back. "This has been a most unfortunate turn of events! I, myself, witnessed the General step into a nest of wasps, which befell his regrettable ending. We must all calm down and remember the man he was and not how he died."

There was silence as they all nodded and sniffed their runny noses. She ordered the guards to retrieve the body and prepare for a funeral. When she next looked at the Grand Vizier, he eyed her with an upturn to the corner of his mouth. She nodded her head at him, taking full responsibility.

Jafar could not tear his eyes from her. She did well after taking her first life. She was stronger than even he was after his first time.


No one contested the Sultan when he nominated his son-in-law Aladdin as military director, though a few of the other directors looked to Jafar in confusion when he didn't protest. Aladdin took the General's vacant seat with a laugh, apparently forgetting how inappropriate it was to happily take the position of a man who so recently died in a horrible way. Jasmine shushed him and Aladdin pursed his lips and glanced around the room like a boy caught doing something disrespectful but hilarious.

While Jafar had his doubts in the beginning, time showed that Jasmine was actually the one behind the position. She had seated herself as a shadow director, Aladdin her puppet who did everything at her command. He had thought that the former criminal with a rebellious past against the city guards would have an adverse effect on his role, but somehow Jasmine had managed to ingratiate Aladdin to them and within months the crime in the city was declining due to the work of the guards. Jafar found that when he had a request for the military director, it was best to go to Jasmine first. There was no need to waste his time talking to Aladdin.

He had to get used to speaking to Jasmine in a civil manner. Almost every instance of their communication had been while at each other's throats, but lately they managed to work in a team. He had never had an ally on the council before and so far it had proved to be the most effective strategy to his schemes. The fact he was obligated to support her in her own plots proved to be unproblematic due to their surprisingly similar ideals. He was conflicted over how reasonable she was when they conversed about politics and strategies. This was not a side of Jasmine that he really knew and he harbored distrust every time he left a civil conversation behind.

As the months followed, the economy grew due to the effectiveness of the professor's leadership and the military was strong and balanced after years of dilapidation. With their alliance working in their favor, Jafar had to admit that things were going well. A little too well. But in the back of his mind he knew that they were both much too headstrong to allow for something this profitable to continue. One of them was bound to fuck it up. Previously he would have assumed it would be her but she had become more wise in the last few years.

He wasn't sure how or when he had come to view her less as the spoiled brat extorting him for her gain, and more as the practical woman cooperating with him to promote the kingdom. He didn't like how effortless it had happened and he reminded himself not to relax his guard around her, especially now that he knew how shrewd she could be.

"Why are you staring at me, Grand Vizier?" Jasmine glared up at him with her perfectly shaped brow arched in confusion. She looked him over before narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously. "Is there something you want?"

Jafar hadn't realized he had been doing so. "It is nothing, Princess," he dismissed.


Because the work around the kingdom was distributed between more capable hands, Jafar found he had more time for leisurely activities. He aimed to make good use of it. During dinner, he caught the eye of the young woman serving drinks around the large table. Since the first time she had advanced on him at Jasmine and Aladdin's wedding, he had found occasion to bed her several more times.

"Is there anything else I can do for his grace?" she asked with a hint to her voice.

"I believe so," he smiled. "Perhaps later in my chambers?"

"Yes, my lord," she could barely breathe in her excitement. "Nine o'clock?"

"Perfect." He watched her go, staring at her firm ass and laughing to himself when she caught him at it only to jut her backside out in more temptation. Once she disappeared into the kitchens Jafar turned back to the conversation at the table and immediately caught the eye of the Princess.

She had a huge scowl on her face. Her arms were crossed against her chest so tightly he wondered if her breasts would burst out of her top. She was far enough away that he was sure she couldn't have possibly heard his conversation with the servant.

"Can I help you, Princess?" he asked daringly. She said nothing, rather turning her head into the air and refusing to look at him.


At precisely nine o'clock, the servant woman knocked on his door with the pretext of offering him an extra towel. Jafar invited her in and within minutes had her naked and moaning for his cock. She was much more feisty this time around, which is exactly how he liked his women.

When it came to sex, Jafar must either dominate or be dominated and there was no room for middle ground. As a man who makes tough decisions every day, to have a woman come to him and dictate how every detail of their sexual encounter would commence had him hard and willing within seconds. As a man who continually fights a room of people just to get his ideas initiated, a subservient woman who did everything he told her without question brought him satisfaction he couldn't achieve on the council.

Jafar also loved the act of begging. Both as the beggar and the beggee. He liked having a woman squirm under him, pleading him to fill her. He liked groveling on the floor, kissing the feet of the woman who refused to let him stand. He liked being restrained and gagged and ordered not to come while a woman rode him to her completion. Jafar loved sex. He loved it dirty and sweaty and borderline obscene.

Currently the servant woman was on her knees in front of him while he stood naked in the middle of the room, cock standing at attention and painfully engorged.

"Please, Jafar," she said. "I want to touch you."

"Just look at it," he ordered her. "Do not touch."

She eyed him hungrily, licking her lips at the thought of finally putting him in her mouth. He had managed to rile her up enough that her hands were tied loosely behind her back to prevent her from touching herself as she seemed want to do. He knew how to get her so excited that one thrust into her would make her come instantaneously. That kind of power over someone kept Jafar in good spirits for days.

He stroked himself in front of her, making her watch and she licked her lips again, panting in need. She leaned forward, close enough he could feel the heat of her breath on his dick. He didn't have to ask her to beg him. She began to do it on her own.

"Please, Jafar," she said breathlessly. "Let me taste you."

"All in good time, Yasmin," he replied with a smug laughter. "All in good time." She continued to beg and he continued to promise but made no attempt to satiate her need. By the time she was crying out for him he made her stand up then slipped his fingers along her sex. She was slick and hot. More than ready for him.

"Get on the bed." She did as she was told, lying on her back, and he pulled her arms over her head while positioning himself above her. She was writhing beneath him, bucking her hips up to meet with his cock in a desperate desire for immediate release.

"Please, Jafar," she whined. "I need you inside me." He could tell she would do anything if he would just enter her. He soaked up the power she gave him.

"I'm not sure I'm convinced of that," he replied with an air of amusement. She moaned in frustration and impatience. She needed himright now.

She begged and she was loud until he finally chuckled and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. He was a second away from shoving himself inside her when a booming knock at his chamber door startled him. He paused for a second, waiting for whoever it was to make themselves known, but when nobody did, he decided whatever it was wasn't an emergency and that person could wait. Jafar went back to his task. He began to slide the tip into her. She moaned loudly in consent.

Another hard knock, this one thunderous and angry came at his door. Suddenly, he could hear a jangling just on the other side and dread filled him. He closed his eyes and focused on the snake charm.

Where is Jasmine?

His eyes shot open when the charm answered him. Here. Outside your chamber door.

He darted up and grabbed his robe, pulling it on and closing it just as Princess Jasmine unlocked his door and burst through with a look of anger.

"How dare you enter my chambers!" he shouted at her.

She took one look at the naked woman in his room pulling on her clothes in a panic and began yelling at him. "This woman is a fifteen years your junior and an employee of the palace! You have no right to prey on her!"

"Prey?" Jafar scoffed. "She is older than you and of intelligent mind to make her own decisions!"

"By engaging in relations with the staff, you undermine your authority around the palace!" Jasmine argued. Yasmin fled the room with hardly her clothes in place.

"Then by your accounts I have been undermining my own authority for the past twenty years and it doesn't seem to have brought any backlash on my part," Jafar seethed, lowering his voice a notch in hopes that she would follow suit. He tightened his thick robe around himself and tried to dismiss the fact that his cock had somehow stiffened even harder since she had made her entrance.

"The kingdom is finally gaining in reputation. It would be hardly worth all the work I've been putting into it for you to screw it up with your incessant unlawful fornication."

Jafar stared at her in disbelief and rage.

"The work you've put in?" he fumed. "My dear, ignorant woman, you have been on the council for two years and not done a pinch of sand worth of work as I have in the past twenty. I am the one who keeps this kingdom working. I am the one who puts in the most time and effort. You have lucked out by aligning yourself with my strategies. Don't pretend you've done anything."

He could see in her eyes that every word spoken only drew her into a hotter frenzy. By the time he was done speaking, she was red in the face with wrath. She pressed both her palms flat on his chest and pushed as hard as she could. He stumbled back but kept his footing until she came up and pushed him again.

"You are an arrogant, naive bastard!" she shouted as she pushed. He flailed his arms to keep his balance, all the while she kept pushing him further back. "This kingdom is finally pulling itself out of the gutter and it's not because of your stupid policies, you dumb, jackass! You think you're so intelligent but you haven't even noticed that Agrabah's rise coincided with my placement on the council! I got you your damned professor! I am the one that diverts father's insane ideas! I am the one controlling the borders and reducing the crime in the cities!" Jasmine pushed him again and he felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. Jafar toppled backwards onto the mattress but his surprise came after when Jasmine was not finished yelling at him. She crawled onto him, straddled his chest, grabbed his robe into her fist and pointed a finger into his face. "You are supposed to be my fucking ally. I have stooped low to better this kingdom and I will go lower if your improper fucking with palace servants undermines Agrabah's ability to succeed!"

They were both breathing hard, chests heaving with the passion of their arguing. Jafar held his hands up in no contest but Jasmine still had his robe gripped in her fist, still had him under her. She was well aware of a heat emanating from him beneath her where their bodies were separated only by the thin silk of her panties under her skirt.

As for Jafar, he couldn't see past Jasmine to know if his erection had slipped out of his robe, but he could feel the pulsing of his blood raging through it, ten times more powerful now than the moment he had almost slipped it into the servant woman. He stared up at Jasmine with wide eyed fear. She was going to turn around and see the fortitude of it soon, and he had no reasonable explanation to give.

Jasmine finally seemed to realize the indecent position she had placed them in. In finality, she shoved her palms flat on his bare chest and pushed herself off of him. Jafar quickly sat up and checked to make sure he was not exposed.

Jasmine stomped towards his chamber door, screaming one last dig before her departure. "Quit embarrassing this kingdom, Jafar!" Her sentence was punctuated with the slam of his door.

It took several seconds after Jasmine had left for Jafar to regain his composure. He felt dizzy in confusion. What the hell had prompted that? The ache in his groin caused him to focus on his penis that was currently stiffer than a marble rod. He grimaced in pain and wondered if he could get Yasmin to come back to his room. At the thought of the servant woman, his cock seemed to throb less and gained some relief. He figured he shouldn't have Yasmin return even if she was amenable. Jasmine might come back to beat him.

His cock immediately swelled up again.


Jasmine stormed into her chambers, slamming the door behind her and punching the wall in fury. She flinched her hand back at the surprising amount of pain she had caused her self.

"What's wrong with you?"

She spun around to note Aladdin peeking in through the doorway between the front room and the bedroom. He was dressed to go out again. Lately, he had missed the city and had started wearing pauper clothes in order to blend into the nightlife after sneaking out of the palace walls. It gave her respite from him so she really didn't care other than the humiliation it might cause should he ever get caught.

"Nothing," she stated. Her anger was dissipating only to be replaced with the endless annoyance she had for him. She couldn't believe she had once found him irresistibly attractive. He wasn't tall and couldn't even grow a beard. He might as well perpetually remain a boy.

"Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes at her. "I don't care. I'll be back in the morning."

"You better be. Don't get yourself killed. I won't know how to explain your behavior."

"Please, the streets are safe," he managed to admonish with a smug smile. "And since I'm the military director, we all have me to thank."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Jasmine seethed. She came towards him with a fierce stride and he backed away like a toddler, stumbling over every step. "What the hell do you know? I'm literally the one in control. I just needed you to be the placeholder because all of those military jerks would rather have an illiterate street rat in command than take a woman seriously." Her tone was harsh but she did not raise her voice. She didn't have to. She knew exactly how to cut and where.

"You're a liar!" he yelled in instant rage and resentment. Unlike her, his words were like reeds. Try as he might, he could never stab her hard enough with them to hurt. "People respect me as the military director!"

"Name one person."

"Your father!"

Jasmine rolled her eyes at him. "Father isn't exactly an excellent judge of character."

"Not like you're so great at it," he replied with his fists bunched to his sides. "You and that creepy Grand Vizier are always conniving together now. His evil is rubbing off on you."

At the mention of Jafar, Jasmine's heart began to pound relentlessly in her chest. Only a moment before she had been in his room and he had been nearly naked. The thought of him caused a rushing arousal through her like a heat flash. "You clearly don't recognize intelligence," she told him, hoping she hadn't given away anything to him. She looked away knowing her face was burning red at the memory of Jafar under her.

"Intelligence?" he eyed her widely in surprise. "Not likely. More like thick."

Jasmine whipped her focus on him with a deep, suspicious arch of her brow. "Thick?"

"Yeah!" Aladdin said loudly, thinking she was contesting his previous statement. "He's the biggest idiot around here!"

Oh, he meant thick as in dumb. "You obviously don't look in the mirror enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She waved her hand at him dismissively, indicating she was done with the conversation. He huffed and sprinted away. From the balcony she watched him run through the gardens, evading the palace guards and climbing over the walls over into the city like she used to do when she was nineteen and in love.

Looking back, it was very clear to her that she had never been in love; merely in love with the idea of being in love. It was never about Aladdin. She hoped she could excuse her stupidity to simple youth but it was so much worse than that.

As a princess she was bound by law to be the mother of the next sultan. She despised the fact that was her only role for a land she actually did love. As a teen she had watched from afar as others with less noble blood made diplomatic actions that she knew even then was hardly beneficial for the kingdom. Her early attempts to publicly learn the politics made others chuckle at her childish naivete. She was well aware that had she been born a boy no one would bat an eye at her for wanting to sit in on the council. But because she was a girl - no, a woman - She had to learn everything on her own. There was no one to guide her, to show her how it was all done, and the only reason she was eventually able to hold her own in court was because she practiced everyday and had access to the library. Had she been a boy, she would have had more resources and therefore would be much further in the political realm than she was now. She didn't like that she was merely pulling the strings as military director. She wanted the respect that came with it but Aladdin hoarded it as much as he could.

It was both fortunate and unfortunate that her father was an imbecile. He was at least easily persuaded but that meant by everyone and not just herself. She had managed to get permission to sit in on the council only as the wife of the sultan-to-be, but there was no position she could fulfill, no task to be given. At the very least she spoke enough in the beginning to imply that everyone had better get used to it quick, but she was well aware that her father was too set in his customs to allow a woman to actually have a seat on the council. There was nobody that persuasive, except for one…

Jafar was a tough nut to crack. Jasmine had always had a distant respect for him, even as a child, probably because she was as inanely cunning as he was and recognized it for what it was early on. From the moment he caught her climbing back over the palace walls that one morning, it was like she suddenly saw him for the first time. He was more than just the Grand Vizier. He was her ticket into the political domain of Agrabah. All she had to do was outsmart him. Which turned out to be harder than she thought.

She always had a healthy conceit of herself. She knew she was incredibly smart and strategic. Still, she had underestimated the Grand Vizier by a long shot. He could not be manipulated, bribed or played. She had once tried to sweet talk him and it had ended disastrously due to his warranted skepticism. The only thing that managed to get his attention was outright hostility and conflict. Once she figured it out, she loved how much emotion she could get displayed out of him. She hated that it was only animosity and bitterness. By this point, any other means of communication would be considered exploitation. Since conflict was what he expected, it was what he got.

She didn't especially need him to work for her so much as just not against her. She needed leverage. It didn't take her long to put two and two together and discover that he was a secret sorcerer. The hard part was actually catching him in the act. She had no intent to ever disclose his illegal undertakings, but she certainly made him believe so, all for the sole reason of extorting him into her plans. Once she had him aligned with her business, then she could set her plans in motion. Things were going well so far.

It was lucky that Jafar was the man currently controlling most of the kingdom because he was the perfect balance of wise, resourceful, and oddly enough, humanitarian. The reason she had underestimated him in the beginning is because she had won the first battle between them; the marriage between her and Aladdin. It was a long while before he could be bested again. And in that time came her obsession.

It had developed fast. Within weeks of spying she wanted to know more about him. At first it was his history. Where was he from? How did he become Grand Vizier? And then it was about his habits. What did he do when he wasn't working? Who did he socialize with? Soon enough, it was about everything. What did he eat today? Where did he go? It was the rumors about his sexual conquests that had stimulated her into a frenzy. She wanted to know everything about it.Who has he bedded? Did she enjoy him? She had an entire list of the women he had been with. She kept notes on how long they stayed with him and how often. She wanted to know more but it was never enough.

Tonight she had let herself lose control. She had seen the servant woman converse with him, known they were setting up a rendezvous, and her jealousy was so thick it lumped in her throat and tried to strangle her. She could only get spiteful comments out of him and this other woman, who wasn't a princess and not even half as pretty as she was, easily got from him something he never gifted her. A smile. The woman was going to get even more later and Jasmine detested her for it. Did that servant woman even know how valuable a man like Jafar was to the kingdom? There was no way she could possibly understand the importance of such a man, and here she was, about to get fucked by him without even knowing how lucky she had it.

The more she thought about it, the more her hate grew until she found herself outside Jafar's door, pounding on it with her fists and becoming more pissed off when he didn't answer. She had no idea what prompted her into barging in but was strangely shocked to find the woman still naked in his bed. Fury took over and every word from his mouth, every look into her eyes, every sign of emotional outburst from him fed her thirsty, fucked up soul. She knew he was naked beneath that robe and she had to fight every single urge not to rip it open. Instead she pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him just to feel him beneath her. That was where her obsession took her.

The only reason she stopped herself was the look on his face. Capitulation. He froze, no longer in it to fight, and she felt her hate of him become hate of herself. She finally questioned herself much too late and realized she was never more childish than now. When she didn't get what she wanted, she threw a tantrum and tried to take what others had. She had no way of justifying herself.

The only thing that brought her some level of relief was that when she moved to get up off him, she happened to brush against something big and hard behind her. It could not have been anything else. Despite all that had happened, Jafar had still been aroused.

Thick. She stared in the direction Aladdin had skirted off to and smirked. The Grand Vizier seemed to be grand, indeed. It was too bad she would never find out. Before tonight they had been hesitant allies. After tonight, he would probably never willingly speak to her again.

Her smile faded.

She and Jafar had been finally having civil conversations and she had destroyed that. It was a set back that she had to admit came from her own stupidity. It didn't matter. Nothing could stop her from eventually taking the reins of the kingdom. From now on she could only rely on Jafar by using the leverage of knowing his darkest secret. She was going to have to double down on her threats if she was to move in on the Director of Education's position soon.


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