Chapter 21
Puzzles
Rose had escaped another wall from her lips, filling a large bathroom, feeling like a wax dummy that the master was bending and shaping.
"Yes ... still pushing," she breathed in disgust and bit her lip, completely absorbed in her that she lost her vigilance, and how not when someone was doing such a royal massage.
And she did not talk about the excitement that came along with the pleasant feeling that glided over her spine right between her thighs.
Jafar listened to her and rubbed the girl's neck a little more thoroughly.
It's strange that she does it by her own will, but she said she would, if she offered to be stupid if she refused.
Who knows why the vision she had in her how she was fooling behind her eyelids. The male figure with Jafar resembled a little.
Suddenly Rose's faces were burning, that it was not upsetting.
"Tell me about your family ..." the wizard spoke to her.
She did not see anything wrong, a very common subject, and she grasped him gratefully.
"I am the only one after the death of my aunt Beata I have inherited her house and so I moved there ..." she rasped and slightly bent her head to one side because she devoted herself to the other.
Rose wondered what his hands might be on other parts of her hot body. If he went down on her stomach and then between her legs and stroked her there ... hmm was an incredibly appealing idea at this moment.
It was terrible to think about it, and she hoped she could not read her mind.
Maybe yes, as his hands moved, fortunately he moved them back to her straight shoulders but it was still too far from her lap.
"And your mother?" He whispered at her strangely close to her ear, sending shimmering straight through the line.
"My father left my mother and lives in a neighboring city, doing a nurse ... a doctor's assistant," Rose corrected the visionary to understand.
But it was terribly hard to think of something other than his refined pampering.
The girl, without realizing that she had put it in his hands, was no longer standing upright on the edge of the pool, but rather leaning on his fingers.
"Is that a very ordinary job, and no special skills are available in your family? For example, your mother's mother did not see the future? "Jafar asked.
Rose did not understand where she was heading, but she did not care.
"Grandmother? She could only make strawberry jam, "she laughed, blushing her lips as she remembered what she was.
"Interestingly."
Jafar slowly slipped her hair in her hair like a small lizard, until Rose blushed briskly, feeling as if she was in a beauty parlor until the fingers of her fingers had fallen and they did not get her hair down. Then he drew his way downward, so he was forced to half sit halfway.
She immediately opened her eyes and stared straight into the face that was horribly rooted over her and devastated the pleasant moment.
"What..."
"So, if no one in your family had the supernatural abilities of the fact that you are the only one you have? Or ... "he grinned badly as someone who caught her as stealing the neighbor's fruit.
"Are you lying to me, which would not do you much, do not you want to lose my trust?" He slowly articulated his words and still did not let her hair hold her in the subordinate position like a rabbit behind his ears.
Rose rumbled that her bra still held by her hands slid into her lap as she had to damp her palms against the floor to keep her balance.
She did not realize until Jafar's eyes, seeing more from above, sliding down her body, pausing somewhere for a moment, and then looking back at the dark blue shaggy.
"I do not!" Rose insisted on her, and finally she remembered what she was talking about.
He tried it, and she poured it so stupidly! She caressed his care, thought her not to be so.
"So tell me ... what I'm thinking right now," Jafar hissed.
The blonde felt trapped, she had to come to something quickly, fortunately she had the sense of observation, and his eyes were like an open book at the moment, "that she would?" She fired at the blind and grinned innocently.
Jafar frowned, which seemed to indicate that he guessed it in a completely different context.
"If you see my second question, I'll admit that you're a scientist," his voice was not so kind, rather impatient and perhaps slightly irritated.
You change his mood to take the devil.
"Tell me what I think and do if you do not answer correctly."
The question was asked and was now at the end.
"That's a stupid question, can not you give it a little clever?" She tried to settle down, but the hair in his hand was slightly tightened, not joking.
So what he does to me. Hmm, he could close me in the small cage like Yago, he would not have to talk to me-which would not matter much to me, or he could leave me in the hands of his guards for a while - no, not the pigs! She was thinking.
What the hell do you choose?
Her chest was rapidly growing nervous.
What is the right answer.
Seconds poured like drops of cyanide.
"But this is unjust, how is this to come to this? In addition, I have the ability to do this shortly, I will understand it completely, and it will appear accidentally, not when I want to. "She tried to sound serious, but it must have sounded more like a small pet crawling in the corner when they were going to the net.
"Exhortations," said the witch with no emotion.
"No, I'm not sorry, you did not have a wizard, did you?"
If the words had caught him, he did not know it.
"So she did not," he said, brushing everything from the table, and Rose had nothing to say.
Suddenly he grabbed her hair even more without warning, bending her head as he gasped.
His face came so quickly that she had no time to respond.
Vizor's arrogantly cut lips met hers.
The word innocence would be hardly sought by anyone.
All the feelings that Jafar had hidden now were swallowed up like a huge wave.
Now the devil kissed her with the lust of the lover.
He tasted her, subjugated, until she responded with groan. In his ears it sounded like heavenly music. It was so hard to resist.
Rose was alone with him, and he had a totally unobstructed view of her naked, naked breast that he wanted to clap his hands and mouth. Who would resist. Who would not touch the beauty.
She liked her forced submissiveness and was expecting it.
In addition, Rose could not resist. It was a sudden and exciting promise of pleasure, plus she had to support her palms, so to catch him behind her beard and pull it was no time.
In this state of bliss, she was just enjoying what she was giving her, and for all she had, Rose wanted to quell that eternal twitching in her lower abdomen, something she would have regretted, it had gone so far.
But whatever she wanted, not to stop the kiss until the devil had dragged herself, he did not raise his eyebrows, and put her in his prison.
He himself rose from a small chair and walked to his hut, two meters from them, staring at them with ruby eyes.
Jafar did not look for himself at all, everything poured inside him, but nothing came to the surface.
Rose sat up quickly, grabbing her breath, and seeing only his back and the black cloak of the Vizier's robes as he drove the door out into the corridor.
What was that supposed to mean?
As soon as Rose finally recovered, she realized she had a decorated bra anywhere else than she should be and blush like a crayfish.
Not that!
The snake kissed her, and he still tried it while she was half naked like a model in front of the camera.
She was ashamed of herself as she had swollen lips and taste the mouth. But the worst thing was that Jafar's kiss was like a drug he once tasted once again.
She quickly swallowed the ragged thought, even to throw it around her neck, just that. It will not repel the serpent.
She quickly switched on the top of her dresses and jumped to her feet. Then she dashed out of the door and nearly hit Bahadur, which - or did it look like, or did his stone look change even more unpleasant?
Rose turned away from her hot faces. What she might have heard seemed to think, besides, inside the bathroom, she had been with Jafar long enough for some small number that she did not really have.
The girl pressed her palms against the burning faces, and instead cleared the field, fortunately it was no longer for her to guard her, so she let it run ...
JAFAR POV
Rose in Jafar awoke the hidden desires and passions he had not expected. It was like the best wine, irritating, but tasty. Too delicious to let her just disappear.
He believed that a visit to the pyramid would reveal to him something of Rose Intro.
He was hoping he might have saved her life, and she would be overjoyed. Suddenly he understood his parrot.
He had a great taste on Rose, probably like Yago on nuts.
The urge to lay her there and take her almost irresistible.
But unlike the parrot who tasted his taste buddy day by night, Jafar would never allow anyone else to see him as the only hint of his passion. She had to remain hidden under his dark robe in his black heart.
ROSE POV
Even Rose had to recover from an unexpected kiss.
She ran into her room and lay on the bed.
For her uninteresting kiss she stirred her, needed to be alone for a moment to spend her memory until she was fresh, and then she calmed down.
Fortunately, the evening arrived, nor did he fall for dinner and began to dim. It was then that she came to see Princess Jasmine.
"Oh, Rose, I like to see you're all right!" The princess said worriedly at greetings.
"Fortunately, yes," Rose confirmed.
"And what happened to Ramses? I hear you said you kissed. Did you do that for me? "
"Otherwise," Jasmine said regretfully. "If you saw her naughty ... At first I let myself go, but now I know what it really is like."
Rose nodded knowingly.
"But it was hard. You do not even know what it's like to kiss someone you do not like, and you'd better get rid of him. "
"But I know," Rose said, recalling Jafar's kiss, though she was not quite certain that Jafar wanted to get rid of her or did not like him; she was rather afraid of him, and she did not like him; He had a certain spell. Her feelings were so confused ...
"But now I'm only with you," Jasmine said, looking at Rose with a sweet look, and the smile stretched across her face.
Rose sighed, "and what do you say to Ramses?"
"I tell him he's too divine and deserves a more sophisticated bride than the princess of Agrabah," Jasmine said. "You know, when you want to manipulate men, you have to guess what they want and offer them, flatter them and smile."
"I know that," Rose said. "That's where our advertising works."
Princess smiled.
"You're too smart. Promise me you'll be more like advertising next time so I do not have to save you. "
Rose replied with a grin.
"If you behave badly and say everything that comes to your mind, your daddy will have to close you in front of every suitor and that would be a pity. You can tell me what you think, but it must remain our secret. No one else has to know. Do you agree? "
Rose wiped Jasmine's gaze, she was so innocent and sincere that she wanted to agree with her, though her own thoughts were different.
"It was really hard for me to protect you from whipping today," the princess said.
"You did not have to," Rose said.
"Oh yes! You are my most beautiful and smartest guest, and I love you, I had to stand up for you, "Jasmine insisted.
"Now, I'll tell you a secret," Rose whispered, and Jasmine tapped her ears.
"The person you may have seen on the execution site was not me!"
"Not that? But she had gold hair, and you only have it, you must have been you! "The princess wondered wonderfully.
Rose wondered how easily the girl would be fooled by a black burk with a sprig of fake hair.
"Jafar sent a slave with a wig instead of me," Rose said.
"Jafar?" Jasmine's eyes widened like a child someone had just taken a lollipop.
"So he wanted to save you ... And I did not believe him ... But I still think he's treacherous ... Why did not you tell me before?"
"I could not. Jafar watched me, "Rose admitted.
"That's just an excuse!" Jasmine said angrily. "You should have told me. And I just spent the whole day with the Ramses for you ... And I will not take it and not say Jafar what she wants. "
"I would not want you to be mad at me. It really did not work, "Rose said, and stroked her softly.
Jasmine sighed and was silent for a moment. She had to settle it in her head.
"Are you still angry with me?" She asked Rose with a honey spout.
"Well, maybe a little bit," Jasmine said, but more kindly. "But I will not be angry if you help me with one thing now."
First Yago, then Jafar and now also Princess. How many people and animals will I still have to help? Rose thought.
"You will tell the sultan that you would like to know the city in front of the palace, and that you would like me to escort you," Jasmine suggested.
"He will definitely agree and finally know what it really is out there."
"All right," Rose agreed. "Actually, it will not be a complete lie, I really would like to see it, and I will tell the Sultan tomorrow morning if I let him go."
"Surely, if you want, I'll go with you as a support," Jasmine said.
"Thank you," Rose said with a smile.
ROSE POV
Rose had a free program that evening, but she was a little psychic at the bottom. Last but not least, it was her unsuccessful return home, and on the other hand what she felt for the black desert demon, and last but not least, that damn Ramses.
She really prayed that she would not see him until she was gone.
She decided to go a little in the garden to the fresh air.
But as soon as she went out into the corridor, someone kept walking around. Women with delicious trays full of fruits, delicacies, sweets and exotic delicacies and fruits. The slaves also wore jugs of wine, and live music was flowing through the corridor.
Hmm had a party and they did not even call me, Rose asked, but she doubted her sadness had improved somehow, so she turned away from the sounds of drums and tambourines until the living nature of the trees and shrubs had hit her.
No one was here, and it suits her perfectly.
Finally an oasis of calm.
She sat down on the edge of the frenzied fountain in the surface of which reflected the stars and the sickle-white moon. Suddenly something shuddered from the shadow. She had big orange eyes, and Rose roared in fear of a nightmare monster who had decided to materialize.
But it was just Raja who sensed someone's presence, not magic and spells.
The animal came to her lazily, sat down at her feet and laid her big head in her lap. It was really strange to see the great mammal so calmly clinging to a stranger.
Even to the tigers in the zoo, the nurses were afraid to come in.
But Raja was different. Maybe it was a generation of thousands lived here.
"But you are a pet, the guard dog is probably not what?" The girl grinned grimly and began to scratch the beast on her head, his gorgeous shiny coat fingering at him, and the giant blister next to her began to swing.
"You know, I wish you were at home now, stretching your legs, stuffing your bowl of potatoes and watching some pretty horror of Raja, and I have to cure here where I'm not. I feel a bit like a fool and not a traveler in time. Do you understand me at all? "
But the tiger closed his eyes and pushed his big head closer to his hands.
Rose smiled again, really calming. The anti-stress pillow was not that much, but it was a pleasant lullaby, even if it had been penetrated into the body.
"On the other hand, in a way my time was boring, I had everything I remembered, I could buy everything, and when I think about it, I realize that luxury now. Here is everything so after the age, no phone, internet, and for all I'm fond of charity, because I can not even make money, I think I should take it as a great holiday what? So if I ever come back ... "she cried.
Rose and Raja poured her heart, and as she spoke to him like a willow, all the stress washed away.
If she knew she was secretly watching the shadow hidden behind the trees, she'd probably think of all her words.
"It's all so terribly different, why could not I end up in Greece where there is equality? Here people are like a piece of meat. It's nasty. "
With the word of meat, Raja licked his lips and opened his eyes to see if it was time to feed.
The blond woman turned her eyes to the pillar and slung the tiger behind her ears.
"You are not a nigger, almost like Yago."
There were two voices on the other side of the garden.
Rose reached out her ears. One was female and the other male.
Who could be at this time? Any two slaves who secretly love love? In royal gardens barely.
So she stood quietly, crawling over the garden and hiding behind the branches until she heard the slice of the conversation.
"I am your princess completely enchanted by your beauty, your hands are as silky as your silk, your mouth as the sweetest fruit ... Hator I see you are more beautiful than she."
"EH, thank the prince, but my beauty is far away from yours and your majesty goes beyond our whole little kingdom. Compared to your country, we are just a bit of nothing. I'm afraid I'm not worthy of your favor. I can not equal your nobility, "Jasmina said.
"On the contrary, the princess, you will be a pearl on my ring, adornment at my throne, you will be a goddess!" Ramses growled.
Rose would have liked to kick that guy. She approached a little more and listened.
"I'm not a worthy prince, I can not balance your power ..." Jasmina said slightly poisoned, but the blind man barely noticed.
"So if the noble Ra will sanctify our bond, I will be a very happy ruler, but gods, give me the sign of whether or not to take this princess as Queen. Give me the sign of the gods! "Ramses called to the heavens and spread his hands.
I'll show you the sign you're going to look at, Rose thought, grabbing the bottom branch of the nearest tree, reaching out, then letting go.
The branch thundered in the darkness and clashed with Prince's legs with unshakable confidence.
Ramses suddenly screamed, staggered, and so it happened that he had thrown over the edge of a shallow, elongated pool where flamingos were enjoying the day.
Rose had just heard the sparkle and then the sounds like a carp of carp.
She would have liked to laugh but Jasmine turned to her, probably looking for the origin of that divine sign.
The blond girl glanced secretly from behind the bushes, her finger on her lips, and then she hid again.
Jasmine smiled, probably understanding everything and waving her hands in the air.
"Oh prince, so I'm grieved, but the gods do not want me to become your beloved queen, you should not try your fate and take me for consort," she cried.
Rose waited there, watching Ramses staring out of the pool.
Perhaps that Jasmine paid back the kindness with the kiss that she had to suffer for her.
It has to be said that this mood has improved a lot, and she had to hold herself not to laugh, so she'd rather go back to the fountain and the second door she came from.
Suddenly, however, her back came into something hard, and something quickly covered her mouth so she did not start screaming and telling herself.
Finally, the completion of the bathroom section is complete. Rose and Jafar have made this little bit a little bit or not?
Well, I think everybody took something out of it. So Rose is sure to take on other events as far as Ramses is concerned, moves and gives further impetus to continue.
See next time.