"Who did this to you?" Jasmine repeated when Jafar didn't answer.
Jafar had simply frozen in place, stiffly holding himself tall for several unresponsive moments before exacting the same emotionless command as before.
"I've already released you from the prison of my company; you owe me nothing anymore. Are no longer condemned to be caged with a beast. Now, get out and have your freedom– while I still allow you to do so."
Once again, she was being told what to do! Not being given a choice meant she was still captive; who was he to decide the course of her life anyway? Again. Jasmine was more than capable of making choices for herself – including the choice not to back down.
Cyrus had said Jafar led a terrible life because of his mother. As his wife, did she not have a right to know just how damaged her husband was? The source of his crippled heart? Having been recently robbed of so much, Jasmine felt entitled to know the reason behind it all.
Jasmine pulled a cringing face, knowing this would only anger him. "Was it your mother?"
Jafar had just begun slipping an arm through one sleeve when the mention of that vile creature caught him off-guard, and it slid back off on the bed.
His jaw worked in a tight circle. "Excuse me?"
"I asked if your mother -,"
"Don't you ever mention that bitch to me!" He shouted turning back around to find Jasmine had been inching her way up to him.
Doe eyes shifted innocently with worry, and her chapped bottom lip was now moist and pink from sucking on it nervously. She was going to cry. Good! He stepped forwarder; she stepped back. Then again, for each growling inquiry, he moved in.
"What do you know about her? About any of it? Were you talking to somebody about me? To Cyrus? What did he tell you?"
"N-Nothing," Jasmine bumped into a petite round table, knocking some of its knick-knacks onto the floor. "It was just a guess."
"What is it with you and shoving your nose where it doesn't belong? You're a thorn in my side, woman and your lies are grinding my last nerve."
Jasmine circled around the table to try an separate herself, but Jafar effortlessly tossed it aside and drew deathly close.
Even on the precipice of a possible beating, Jasmine continued to hope to fix him. Take him out of the gloom of hopelessness and show him the man she believed he could still be. Cyrus said everything happened as it should, but she wasn't ready to believe that. Nothing so cruel should happen to a child; it altered the man he could've been, creating this instead. How could that have been nature's desired outcome?
The orange flickering fire illuminated Jafar's prominent brow and animated his snarling mouth.
"Speak!"
Jasmine flinched unintentionally, then lost her footing. Everything happened so quickly it was a miracle she didn't land in the fire pit.
"Oh!"
Jafar had shot an arm behind her back and pulled her close to his chest to keep her from falling. Their eyes locked, her cold chest pressed against his warm wet one and the tips of her fingers rested against his strong clavicle.
When Jafar still hadn't let go, Jasmine licked her lips and gulped with an unsteady inhale. They were almost, hugging? It was sort of an embrace, even if it was created out of necessity to keep her clumsy ass from catching fire.
He could've let you fall in. More than likely would've pushed you before. Progress?
It was a thin line and before Jasmine could read further into it, Jafar pulled away with a questioning scowl. It was too humiliating to admit she'd been conjuring gushy sentiments while in his arms and so Jasmine brought the topic back around.
"Cyrus did mention your mother, that's why I asked. But he didn't tell me anything in detail. I just know that the woman who raised you . . . hurt you." She shrugged, crossing an arm to smooth her shoulder. "So, I wondered if those, if your scars, were just from?"
Or if my mother added any herself? Which is a possibility I'm not sure I want to embrace just yet.
The Sultan exhaled powerfully then gave a brisk nod before speaking with thick unreadable emotion. "Alright, you got what you came here for, I assume. Said your peace, warned me about an issue I already was fully well aware of. And now you've seen the monster in all its glory. I believe its safe to say the little princess has had more adventure than she can handle for one day. Mm?" He looked her over and scoffed, " Go back to Cyrus'. I will have you sent for by morning."
With that he marched back to the bed, preying fervently that she would just leave! Jafar threw on a black collarless shirt that hung loosely around his midsection and thought to change his damp pants, but decided to wait 'til she'd gone. He was working to wind up the cloth of his turban when he caught his breath at the touch of Jasmine's hands slipping around his waist. The swell of her breasts molding against his back as she pulled into him from behind and spread the flat of her hand over his chest and stomach. Her head rested just beneath his shoulder blade and Jasmine lightly squeezed.
His eyes rolled heavenward as if the crystals in the ceiling could offer him the wisdom and patience it took to deal with this woman.
"Stop hiding from me," came the warm breeze against the back of his neck as Jasmine stood on her toes and tingling gooseflesh cascaded down his spine. "Stop pushing me away."
That's precisely what he should have done. Instead the man found himself putty in her hands as she slid them up inside his shirt to settle on his flesh. Jasmine's palms were flat, fingers sprawled, as she explored his body with a touch so sensational it nearly brought him to his knees.
"Will you still pretend you don't want me?" she mewled softly as Jafar's breath turned shallow. "Because I only want you. Let me see you, sweetie. Please let me in."
Fingers trailed the front of his abdomen and up over his pecs. Jasmine closed her eyes, envisioning what her hands felt – his skin was soft, decadent. His chest, endowed with lean muscles that fit the shallow palm of her hand, rose and fell with steady breaths. His nipples were small, dark, hard; Jasmine took both between her fingers and lightly pinched causing Jafar to groan a sensually malevolent sound that made her toes curl. Lower and lower she explored, tracing the contours of muscle with featherlike grace, following the sweet trail which led there. Jasmine cusped the outside of his groined, gently at first, then more fervently.
Jafar was hardening, thick with riveting heat beneath her hands, and hated himself for it. What would it take to rid himself of her!? He'd done everything in his power to allow her a way out – fucking hell, she felt so good!
"Take it off," Jasmine instructed already in the process of lifting the cloth from his body and Jafar complied almost immediately – which was almost as shocking as her initiative – and once again his skin was exposed.
Jafar could feel her breath hitch as her mouth fell on his back. Both her hands simultaneously working his shaft to its full size; Jafar's head lolling back and hands reaching behind to pull her closer. When he was rock hard Jasmine drug manicured nails over the underside of his clothed erection and fondled his large sac. A hissing groan escaped his parted lips and Jasmine smiled victoriously against his skin.
Jasmine dipped her hand beneath the silk and stroked his cock from the base all the way to the tip, firmly tugging and caressing his smooth sex; the sultriness of her control making his cock twitch in her palm and weep pre cum. He was doing it again – becoming caught up in the moment with no reverence for the consequences this would hold.
Jafar rasped through gritted teeth for her to stop. Albeit, if it was within his control he would never have Jasmine stop. Would never live another day without her by his side. There remained, however, a lucid shouting at the back of his mind that shook him free of her enchantment: In the end, Jasmine will be taken from you, and when that day comes, it shall destroy everything you ever were or ever will be, again.
"Jasmine stop," Jafar repeated with solidity.
But Jasmine didn't listen. Instead, she had begun using one hand to touch his back! She traced each wound with the softest caress, planting kisses over each scar and then he could feel something wet and warm. Her tears! How dare she cry for him!? This burden was his alone to carry and there was no room for her to shove herself where she did not belong!
"God damnit stop!" Jafar threw her hand from himself and ripped free. "You deceptive, viperous woman! How dare you try and con me? You think your tears mean shit to me? That I would allow your pity for even an instant?"
"Pity?" She choked, "That wasn't pity that was –." Well, what was that? It couldn't be love because she did not love him yet, so what the hell was she doing to him? Why did she start crying like a damn idiot and fondle his cock?
One thing was for certain though, she did not pity him. Pity wasn't strong enough a word for how she felt when looking at those scars. Heartache, sorrow, grief. The most domineering emotion was injustice. After all, what sort of marriage would they have, had Jafar known even a trace of how it felt to be loved?
"I'm not trying to deceive you," was all Jasmine could muster for a response.
The pits of his eyes shone with a supernatural ire; as if every attempt on her part to make things better was a vile trick into hurting him.
"No – I see what this is! You've come back to do the job yourself. Is that it? You'll slice my throat when I'm asleep, or slip poison into my drink. You've gone ahead of them so you could kill the beast yourself!" He shouted at the top of his lungs and Jasmine whimpered with fright. "You think you can defeat me? Get me to let my guard down!? I forbid it!"
"Do you even hear how ridiculous you sound?" Her own voice hardened as the tension escalated. "I'm all alone! I told you I didn't take Aladdin's offer! Why do you refuse to let anyone close enough to you?"
"Get out!" He spat, "get out of my sight!"
"You can't keep placing commands on my life! It's my life!" she shouted patting her chest as she spoke. "You don't make these decisions for me any more. I know that you're hurting, that the past is full of darkness, but you don't have to stay there."
The corners of his mouth curled and nostrils flared as Jafar sneered contemptuously . "Because you believe I can still give you love. Is that it? Wake up from your delusions little rat, because I WILL NEVER GIVE YOU THE SATISFACTION! I will never be weak!"
"Love isn't weakness it's strength! And there is nothing you can do or say to make me believe otherwise!" Jasmine barked back, lifted on her toes to shout in his face. "The only thing weak and miserable is that frail thing you call a heart!" Jasmine jabbed a finger into his chest, "and that stupid fucking thing in the corner. Your power is a false power and you're too fucking blind to see the difference!"
Jafar had pulled upright and peered mutedly down the end of his nose in rebuttal.
Jasmine bawled her hands into fists to keep them from trembling, but her voice was full of cracks and brittleness. "Are you so ignorant to the truth that you believe the lies of the ones who tormented you? How much power do the dead still have over your life when you refuse to accept anything other than what they gave you?"
"Snatch your tongue girl – you're playing a dangerous game," Jafar warned but it was evident he'd lost the upper hand.
Jasmine resumed her position before him, tilting her head with upturned eyes and a softer approach. "Don't you want more, Jafar? To prove them wrong? Show me there is still a part of you that's decent."
"There isn't."
"That's a lie." Jasmine reached for his face and he pulled away, "I've seen another side to you, Jafar. After the fire. With the little girl. And when you caught me in that brothel. You saved me from doing something I never wanted to do."
"And have forced you to do plenty that you never wanted to." Jafar growled.
That was true too. "I didn't say you were perfect or that this would be easy . . . I just want to know that you could try to change."
Jasmine reached for his face again, this time taking his jaw in both hands and pressing into his body with hers. She nuzzled the thick line of his goatee whispering softly for him to let her in. As she said his name it began revealing his soft under belly and he leaned in to her touch.
Fight it! Jafar screamed inwardly.
I don't want to.
Fight her Jafar. It's not real. Hate! That's real! So is power! You have it already – smack her, beat her –
"Why are you doing this to me woman?" He murmured thickly as his hands slid to the small of her back, the top of her hair pressing into his nostrils.
Damnit, you fucking bastard you're so weak!
He was weak, repulsively so. There was a war raging on the inside, one that had been there for as long as he could remember. A battle of right and wrong, good and evil – the latter always won out in the end. No matter how hard he had tried to earn affection from his mother, from the people in the streets, who were just as lowly as him, Jafar never found a solitary place of acceptance. And when he'd tried to find it in Sultana and Henrietta it was a false hope that left a massive void – one now filled with decades of hate and resentment.
Jafar opened his eyes when Jasmine kissed his neck in an embrace, and again it was too much for him to handle. "Why are you doing this," it was too good to be trustworthy.
Jasmine pulled away to meet his piercing eyes. "Because I want you to let me in?"
"Let you in?" he unclasped her hands from his back but held onto her wrist. "Let you in? As if you haven't already dug your claws into me deep enough? As if you don't already torture me every fucking second!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Damnit to hell, why did he have to be such a stubborn jack ass? It wasn't as if this was easy for her to do – showing love to the unlovable.
Suddenly, like the flicker of a serpent's tongue Jafar snatched Jasmine by the waist with a fluidity that stole her breath and grabbed her by the neck with the other hand and poured out an overwhelming confession.
"Will you not leave me in peace, woman!? Is it not enough that you have brought this torture upon me – now you ask me to open my heart to you!? You may as well ask me to cut it out and die for your amusement. Haven't you done enough to me? Day by day, crippling the man I've fought to become. Because of you I now have everything to lose! When you're apart from me the very air in my lungs wears thin and the earth and skies lose their color and I am left in the shadows of hell. Nothing else can feed my starving soul except you. And its never enough! Constantly I am found cravingyou!" The pad of his thumb skimmed Jasmine's full pouty lip, pulling it gently from her teeth and the sheen of saliva left there made his mouth run dry. It was repulsive but Jafar wanted to breath in her air and drink her life-abounding waters so he could bring his dry bones to life again.
"Every moment of my existence has been nothing but a blackened abyss I cannot escape from. But with you," he whispered hoarsely, "When I see you – when I taste you on my lips I get a glimpse of the end to my misery. And after I've had you, the only thing that keeps me sane anymore is knowing that I get to have you yet again.
. . . And then you left me! For the second time! As I always knew you would, as I know you will do in the end and it sickens me! It's appalling to admit that even though I have you I will never trulyhave you!"
His grip we was deepening along her jaw and Jafar shook her angrily.
"You think you're the one whose imprisoned?! That all your life has been entrapped but you know nothing of prison! You know nothing of the hells I've faced for if you did you would show mercy on me ad release me from the iron walls you've set around my heart! Even when you escape it is I that can never truly be free! – So yes you torture me! Every fucking day, since you grew into this cunning, glorious woman, you have made me suffer and I have loathed you for it! So, no Jasmine, I will not open myself up to you, I will never allow you any deeper inside because I won't survive the ruin that is sure to follow."
When finally he released her Jasmine found herself in a dazed state of elated confusion. It was an overload of information to process. Jafar accused her of so much, said he loathed her and at the same time did he not also say he craved her? Looked forward to the moments he got to be with her? Did he profess a love for her or was it something twisted, and lustful? Could you hate and desire someone at the same time and have it be called genuine love?
Her thoughts ran wild with possibilities and before she could come to a definitive conclusion Jasmine had pounced on Jafar; tossed her arms over his neck and pulled him into a deep prolonged kiss. His eyes shot open and he tried to pull back but she pressed deeper into him still, spreading his mouth open with hers and whimpering with delight at the smooth caramelized feel of theirs tongue sliding together. Jasmine could sense his defenses rising and falling with waves of concern, but his hesitation only made her want this more. Of course it was terrifying, there was so much damage to be fixed, wounds to be healed on both sides; but the fact that Jafar finally understood that, acknowledged the fear she felt, made him more human than ever. And if he was human he could learn to love and if he could love . . .
"Jasmine." Jafar tried to end it but to no avail, Jasmine had locked him in and refused his release. "Mm, sweetheart." Jasmine pulled his bottom lip between her teeth to silence him, then drug her nails over his scalp and tugged on his hair, and he could fight against his desires no longer.
Jafar licked the roof of her mouth, burying his tongue deep inside her throat in heated angst, cradling the back of her head and gripping the meat of her backside. The swell of his arousal dug uncomfortably against her belly and she let out a contended noise, slipping a hand between them to stroke his erection.
He pulled on her hair, suckled at the creaminess of her neck and nipped along the taut flesh of her clavicle, pushing down the shoulders of her dirtied garments until her chest was bare, decorated with gooseflesh and petite hardened nipples. He took one between his teeth and gently bit down finding it sensitive by her elated reaction. Jasmine jerked, shoving her breasts forward and he grinned, flicking his tongue over the peak before biting again.
"My beautiful wife," He whispered trailing the tip of his tongue over her chest back up to the shell of her ear, "My most precious Queen."
"Yes," Jasmine closed her eyes elevated by his voice.
"Never leave me again."
It sent electricity over her shoulders and down across her belly as he spoke such lovely things to her. He called her Valued, Adored, and Cherished, undressing her inch by inch as each name poured over her euphonically. Jafar doused her slender curves in soft thankful kisses from her neck, breasts, down over her belly and at the top of her thighs until he'd uncovered her entirely.
Fully naked before him Jasmine – who normally would've felt vulnerable – now felt empowered. She was the one he wanted, the one who could tame the beast when no other could. She held a certain immunity against his rage, and the way he looked at her, the way he was coming undone, she believed everything he had said meant he was falling in love with her.
"Take me to bed," she mewled through wet frantic kisses and dug her fingers into the seam of his pants. "I need you –"
"Where do you need me my Queen?"
Jasmine coyly smiled, gripped the back of his shoulders, wrapped a thigh around his waist and ground her naked sex against his clothed erection. Rolling her body slow, deliberate, like an undulating snake until she was trembling with need.
"Inside of me," she nibbled the shell of his ear, practically fucking him where they stood. "My most Powerful, Valued, Sexy King."
Jafar growled appreciation, sinking his teeth into her neck as he wrapped her in his arms and spread her on the bed. The thickness of his shaft pressed between her legs as he laid on top of her and she opened for him. He basked in the warmth of Jasmine's skin against his and berated himself for not doing this sooner. He'd been so afraid for her to see his ugliness, that the scars would further prove he didn't belong with her. But none of those insecurities mattered as the soft warmth of her breasts molded against his rigid muscles. They perfectly contrasted the other, soft curves and hard lines, light and dark, beauty and ugliness. She was heaven and he was the devil himself, but fuck it felt so right when they came together like this.
Their fingers interlaced as he lifted her arms up beneath the pillows, her firm breasts lifting vulnerably to his wicked tongue. Jasmine gasped his name softly, wrapped a thigh around his waist and rolled up against his cock to entice him.
"Take it off already – I want it." Jasmine breathed half panting.
"Mm, so eager pussy cat."
"Yes!"
She needed it now. To be fucked senseless before she found any fault in their decision to do this. Everything he said had touched her heart, but there was so many other things he'd said and done that would take time to heal. There was countless hurt and distrust with this man, yet his approval made her feel so good. Was it right to want his affection? To allow him to do this to her while the man she used to love was caught up in a terrible gang. While her friends from the brothel were still missing and her father was still ill in Agrabah. What about everyone she should be worried about? Including herself. Why then had Jafar suddenly taken precedence. Was Jafar worth saving, did he deserve her forgiveness and energy when there were so many others she should be focusing on right now?
It would be so easy to overthink this and back down and, though she hated it, Jasmine felt like running away again.
"Look at me dear," Jafar turned her face back to him, "Let me in Jasmine." His voice was oddly soft, almost mockingly and it infuriated her more.
Why should she let him in?
Jasmine didn't mean to send conflicting messages but it was still too raw – everything wrong that'd been done to her and her family, the revealed pasts, his distorted confession. Though she sought to pull Jafar out of the depths of wickedness her own heart was still tenderly broken; and how he had looked at her just then was like a slap in the face. He didn't have the right to her heart just yet. All she could handle right then was in the physical realm.
"Let me into your heart Jasmine – mm?" Jafar tightened his grip on her cheeks and she glared at him. "No? It's not as easy as it sounds, is it my dear? There's too much pain – too much ugliness to just accept that there can be anything else."
She thought he was mocking her for a moment and almost went to bite his hand, but then he softened, eyes becoming sincere, deep, penetrating.
"Now you understand how I feel – the hell of not knowing which is real and which will leave you broken with even less than what you started with. I'm an evil man Jasmine – you can't change that."
She could try.
"But I'll change you," he said as if reading into her, "My darkness is so thick it can spread over you, darken your soul too, if you're not careful."
Jafar frowned concernedly when a tear rolled form her right eye and he smoothed it away with the pad of his thumb.
"You can still leave me. You're no longer my prisoner." It wasn't real if she was forced to be his. Jafar desired more than her body, he wanted all of her for himself. This way, if she left now, he could move on and accept what he always knew would happen. And if she didn't leave, maybe he could truly have everything he ever wanted.
"No," she leaned off the bed to snatch his mouth, "I want you. I'm afraid," she admitted brushing hair from his eye, "But I know I want this. I want to be with you, Jafar."
Her words ran like warm oil over his heart and Jafar smiled crookedly down at her; causing heat to color the entirety of her cold ashen skin.
"That's all I needed."
Jafar grabbed her by the hips, yanked Jasmine to his lap, then slid both hands over her naked thighs and buttocks, memorizing the hourglass of her body, the deep dip of her abdomen, the large swell of her breasts.
"You're stunning my sweet. Breathtakingly perfect."
Her breath became unsteady as she worried her lip with hooded eyes. She was a goddess, sweet like decadent honey that poured over his hands and he wanted to savor every drop. Jafar took her breasts in each hand, massaging their supple mass, and Jasmine arched into his skillful touch, closing her eyes as she offered herself to him freely. Smirking at her beautiful surrender Jafar leaned down and took one breast in his mouth, fitting as much of her into his mouth as he could until her breast was blushed in color and wonderfully swollen. Jafar repeated it on the other breast then sat back on his knees to analyze his Queen.
The color of her skin had resumed a more normal cinnamon glow. But her hair and face were still dirty and streaked with dirt – and though she was always lovely, Jasmine deserved to feel and look like the Queen she was. With a wave of his hand her hair has been cleaned and brushed out in large thick waves, and her makeup was restored and the streaks of grime and small cuts were gone, leaving behind glowing perfect skin. And on top of her head was a thin golden crown with diamonds and blue sapphires.
"There," he smiled handsomely at her own beaming grin, "There's my Sultana."
Jafar grabbed the arch of her graceful foot next, and raised it to his chest; caressing it from the top of her pointed toes, over her ankle and along the curve of her calf. She never knew such a powerful, ruthless man, could be capable of such tenderness and it drove her half wild as he bathed her skin with intent, soft kisses that sent tingles to travel up her thigh and settle in there.
"Your mouth feels so good." She breathed, then practically whined as he left her.
The tiny moan of discontent made him smirk and as Jafar stood at the end of the bed, ensuring she was watching, he dug both thumbs into the silk waistband and slowly drug the fabric down over the length of his shaft, teasing Jasmine with every inch until it slipped over the head causing his cock to spring forward as the rest of the fabric fell around his ankles. He saw her breath hitch at the sight of him, and to add to her arousal he ran both hands through his thick hair, his strong body flexing in the process, and it made her squirm, which in turn caused Jafar to chuckle attractively.
Through hooded, lustful eyes, Jasmine winked and crooked her finger, beckoning him over, and he smirked, obeying his queen and climbing between her thighs. Jafar pressed Jasmine's thighs to the mattress, her feet sliding along his calves, to reveal a smooth flush of sex. It's pink flesh was already moist and Jafar made a deep satisfied noise.
"You have a beautiful little pussy Jasmine." he crooned, massaging the meat of her thigh and slowly rubbing two thin fingers up and down over her slit and she gave a drawn out, lustful moan.
His eyes briefly fluttered shut, "Do you know what that sound does to me? What you do to me."
Jasmine wriggled, peering up in a sultry haze as she recalled his earlier confession. "I torture you."
"Yes." He breathed heatedly, now pressing the swell of his thumb in concentric circles over her clit. "Torture."
Jasmine wriggled anxiously digging little white teeth into her soft luscious lip.
"Should I punish you for that?"
Jasmine nodded eagerly, rolling her hips up, begging with her body for him to enter her, then sharply inhaled as Jafar forced her down; the heel of his hand pinning both knees to keep her still as he gave a wickedly delicious grin.
With Jasmine immobile, Jafar positioned the length of his shaft to press between her soft folds. Then gradually, with oh so fucking controlled pace, Jafar rocked his hips forward, steadily gliding the heavy weight of his shaft forward, then back, continually spreading Jasmine's slick folds until she was quivering. Glistening pink contrasted wantonly with Jafar's dark skin as his large swollen head drove through the layers of her cunt, budding with her clit over and over.
Jasmine tried to roll her hips so he'd slip inside her, but failed as Jafar painfully tightened his grip sending a sharp sensation to catch in the back of her throat.
"Be a good girl Jasmine," came an assertive warning, "That's it, pussy cat. Play by my rules - my sensational little treat."
His voice was raspy through labored breaths as he watched her. Every elicit reaction: the pinched expression and parted lips as she mewled, her back arching off the bed as she dug toes into the mattress and gathered the blanket between her fingers. It was painful to resist entering her, to keep from plunging his dick into her. But he remained in control, titillating her sensitive cunt.
"Jasmine – open your eyes," Jafar stopped, taking himself in hand for her to see, and began stroking himself, smearing the glistening sheen of her arousal over the full length of his cock.
A thin web of moisture was revealed as he spread apart his fingers. "Do you see that my dear – this delicious creation, all of it made for me."
A small noise caught in her throat and more so because he had stopped when she was so close to coming.
"Is it enough, princess?"
No! It would never be enough!
"Shall I put an end to your suffering?"
Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes! She screamed inwardly and thanked Allah that Jafar was so adept to reading her mind.
His cock spread perfectly between her lips once more this time with forceful unforgiving thrusts, sending Jasmine plummeting once more into dizzying bliss. Her clit was hardening, all the blood pulling at her center, closer and closer. Her breasts were bouncing, stomach drawing taut as she arched and a glimmer of sweat broke out on her brow.
Jafar watched himself fuck her sponge-like lips and the way they sandwiched his thick veiny cock. It glided rapidly over her cunt; the dark plum tip flicking Jasmine's clit over and over, until it sent her over the edge into a beautiful shrieking cry. A sticky warm fluid secreted against his sex making him glide faster with a squelching resonance and he came to an abrupt halt to keep from spilling over.
Perfection. "Good girl," he said ruggedly, "very good girl."
Before Jasmine came off her high Jafar announced they were far from finished by slipping two long fingers inside of her as he kissed, and sucked on her neck and breasts. She was moaning his name, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and rocking into the palm of his hand as he made a beckoning motion against her g-spot. And just when Jasmine was ready to cum again, Jafar pulled out, leaving her on the edge once more.
"Agh, you fucking bastard!" Jasmine cried out, on the verge of tears and covered her face; Jafar responding with a low rumbling laugh.
The weight in front of her shifted and when she looked down Jafar was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. He pulled her hips to the very edge and Jasmine squirmed anxiously as he dipped down and inhaled her scent with a vicious smile.
"Your cunt," He uttered, easing her sex apart with his fingers, "is simply mouthwatering."
Holy hell – Jasmine became motionless.
"When I told you I crave the taste of you, I don't believe you fully understood what I meant." Jafar played languidly with his food, watching her sex open up as he ran two fingers allng the inseam of her pussy. "I'm a starving snake, Jasmine – do you know what happens when a ravenous predator finds its prey?" Jafar's eyes locked onto hers with a terrifying hunger.
She was breathless – speechless!
"He devours her."
"Ahh!"
Light burst behind Jasmine's eyes funneling out her surroundings as Jafar's tongue swept over her sex – swirling along the smooth outer lips then dipping into that most sensitive crevice. The flat of his tongue spread her quavering slit, lapping along the entirety of her cunt then flicking the small pearl at her apex; using lambent swirls to elevate Jasmine to a state of unknown euphoria. An experience so transcendently licentious, she was overcome with a burning white fire that devoured her entire being. Jafar's serpent like tongue was sculpting her like soft clay. Jasmine cried out in an unending loop; the sensation was too much to handle yet somehow it left her with an aching unquenched thirst for more.
He was doused with the taste of her and began flicking his tongue inside her walls, scooping along the inside of ribbed flesh with a burst of intoxicating heat that flooded his senses. Jafar buried his face deeper, nose and chin smothered as he feasted on her. Her body began writhing as she rode his mouth, her loud cries now coming in choking gasps. It was almost enough to leave him sated, but he needed more – wanted to make her squirt like a spring into his mouth. Jafar shoved three fingers deep into her sex and suckled relentlessly as he drank from her clit. He gorged himself on her cunt as if it were a ripe, dripping peach, never allowing a drop of nectar to escape his lips.
Jasmine screamed unintelligently and dug her nails into his scalp, the pain stinging wonderfulmy. Jasmine pressed him deeper, thighs clamping on his ears to hold him under until he couldn't breathe and he fucking worshiped every second of it!
A flood of juices squirted in a euphoric taste of honey and salt as she came. He became lightheadedly drunk on the taste of his woman and the sweet unique cream of her orgasm. It was like sun drops on his tongue, bursting with light and he lapped every drop his goddess produced then nuzzled her with his nose as her legs fell weakly apart.
Jasmine lazily eyed Jafar as he stood, running a hand over his beard to swipe his mouth clean with a most satisfied look of victory. Jasmine smiled full of content.
The Queen beckoned him to climb on top of her and pulled Jafar into a messy kiss, the taste of her lingering on the back of his tongue. The scent of her sex was embedded in his twisted beard, and though it was different, Jasmine found it intoxicating on him. And a strange sense of possession came over her.
He's mine and mine alone.
"I love when you kiss me," Jasmine smiled then playfully kissed the tip of his nose.
Jafar laughed with the most beautiful smile. "I enjoy it too."
She said love, not enjoy. But she'd accept his unacceptance of that word. (For now). 'Til then, Jasmine wanted to stay focused on one thing only. Her hand wrapped around Jafar's shaft, finding it had slightly softened, and joyously, Jasmine starting jerking him. Tugging the thick swell of muscle until it was rock hard and bulging out of her hand. Jasmine licked her lips anxiously and positioned him at her entrance, then slid her hands over Jafar's tight bum and pulled him down inside.
As he sank deep within, that intense electrifying clench in her stomach enacted and she lost her breath. Jafar's head rolled back with a gasp as slick, velvety walls eased him inside, tightly clutching the familiar massive girth. It wouldn't be long before he found release.
He had tried to allow Jasmine to take the lead, to be slow and make it last as long as possible. But he'd quickly lost control, plunging relentlessly to the hilt so she contorted, screaming his name incoherently as she keened. Jasmine pulled him closer, deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust, interspersing wet frantic kisses and moaning into each other's mouths. He needed to be deeper still! To be submerged in this woman and completely lose himself.
Jafar sat back on his knees and lifted Jasmine's pelvis off the bed. Instantly Jasmine felt the added depth from this angle and Jafar bottomed out at her cervix; every thrust full of angst and passion that blew her fucking mind. White noise accumulated in her ears and her throat became raw from screaming but she couldn't care less.
This was the best sex of her life and to add to the experience her husband was godlike in his naked form – the muscles of his neck strong and corded, chest, abs and biceps flexing powerfully as he fucked her. There was a prominent vein that climbed from the base of his shaft up to his lower abdomen and she traced its delicious color with her eyes, finding her limbs immobile and consciousness feigning. But in that moment, in the haze of high ecstasy, one thing remained clear: Jasmine never wanted to spend another moment without this man in her life.
She pulled him down on her needing absolute contact and their bodies grew slick, lubricated from their labor as he drove her higher and higher. Jafar was unraveling, growling animalistic in her ear as he neared completion.
"So – good – fuck! Jasmine. So, god damn perfect! You're mine. All mine!"
It was enough to make her come in a breathless wail and Jafar followed after, hard.
His cock throbbed, pulsing in spurts as he emptied his seed as deeply as he could; intentionally wanting to fill her to the brim with hot fluid. He was so weak for this woman. Somehow, she had become everything to him. Jasmine defined the man that he was by giving him a reason to hope for more. How now could he ever live without her? It was disgraceful the effect one woman could have on a man's heart. And that discreet debilitating shame started to surface as the heat of their orgasms cooled and Jafar resumed a level head.
Jasmine was beaming with a special glow Jafar had never seen before. With an unfocused distant stare Jasmine kept smiling, tickling the smooth skin of his arms as he hovered above her.
"That was …" Jasmine rolled her body then shivered as if reliving another orgasm, "Mm, it was so –."
"Perfect. It was perfect." He added and she nodded in agreement.
Jasmine never felt so at peace, in all her life, as she did in that moment. Jafar gave a small smile, moving the hair from her eyes as he looked down on her. He was so handsome, more than ever before, and she cupped his jaw and leaned up to lovingly kiss his lips. There was a moment when he melted into her touch that Jasmine swore he loved her. That he truly was changing and there was more to this than lust. How could anyone provide such a divine intimacy without love behind it?
When they pulled away Jasmine felt Jafar try and pull out a little, and she quickly wrapped a leg around his waist to keep him inside and diverted his attention with light conversation.
"Where did you get this scar?" Okay, so that wasn't exactly a light topic, but it was the quickest thing she could think of to try and steal a few more precious moments.
Jafar raised a brow with a steel look as Jasmine touched his left shoulder.
"That, woman, is your handiwork." He droned unimpressed and Jasmine's eyes widened.
"Mine?"
He gave a crisp nod. "The hourglass shard. You remember that night, don't you my dear?"
The night that changed my life forever? "Umm . . . Vaguely."
Jafar gave her a look and she batted her eyes empathetically.
"I'm sorry, Jafar."
"Don't be. It was impressive the way you fought for others. Even if you did lose," he sneered and Jasmine clenched her walls around his shaft, forcing the smug look off his face.
"I didn't lose anything, Jafar. If you haven't noticed, I'm quite content and fulfilled." And she was, so long as they could stay like this.
Jafar however, had no intention of allowing the growing sentiment to last and briskly pulled himself off her, and began dressing at the foot of the bed.
Shit. Well there goes that.
It was happening. The dooming awkwardness, she'd known would come, had, and it took up the entirety of the cavern with its gloomy presence. Jasmine sat up and covered herself, feeling a little like an idiot for thinking he was falling in love with her. When sex was clearly just another way to assert power over her.
"You should eat," He sounded detached and it made her stomach ache. "here."
Jasmine caught a red apple, getting a flashback to when she first met Aladdin – then another flashback of when Jafar had her shackled to the throne and forced her to feed him one. Why did these men keep shoving red fruit into her hand? Irony? A reminder that the past was never actually far away and that she was a dolt of a woman to have ever given herself to either of them?
"Im not hungry," Jasmine firmly set the apple on the bed then crossed her arms and leaned back on the pillows.
"Suit yourself." Jafar hurried to finish off his turban with a red jewel, then threw on a new pair of pants, a black embroidered thobe, and shoes, then took up his staff.
He's leaving? Sure, scold me for running from my problems, but that's precisely what you're doing now, buddy.
"I'm going to meet with Cyrus. The storm should've let up by now, and I've other business to attend to."
Of course. Jafar always knew what she was thinking – except for when it came to matters of the heart. In that regard he was either clueless or refused to acknowledge it.
"Is it about the Thieves?" Jasmine asked conversationally, doing a decent job of keeping disappointment out of her tone. "Do you think you can track them now?"
Jafar looked uncertain with how much to reveal to Jasmine, as if she were in cahoots with the enemy. "Cyrus has a son, Malachi, who runs with those flea bags."
"Have you talked to him? Have you met him? Is he going to help?"
"I don't know woman," he was getting irritable the longer he was forced to remain in her presence. "With or without the brutes help, I will find that camp and exact vengeance."
Jafar started for the exit.
"And if you find them? . . .what if they kill you? Aladdin said they have someone powerful – that nothing can stop them."
"Then I will murder every woman, child, and man in that camp until there is no one left to defeat me and all the rivers in the middle east run red with their blood!"
Jasmine pulled inward with a scowling frown and rolled her eyes, shaking her head disapprovingly.
She could pout all she wanted, Jafar could care less if she judged him. "Now – I'll return by sundown. At the latest it'll be first light tomorrow. When I get back we can discuss what to do with you."
Her head snapped to attention. "What to do with me?!"
"When. I. Get. Back," Jafar pronounced each word as if he were biting into a crisp apple.
After Jasmine remained silent Jafar turned and lifted his staff, coating the entire entrance with a protection spell that illuminated the cavern before dulling into thin air.
"Nothing and no one can get in," he peered darkly over his shoulder at her, "Or out."
"I thought I wasn't your prisoner anymore." Jasmine sassed pulling a face.
"It's a fine line, my dear." Came the smooth retort.
Then, Jafar came to the bedside, leaned over and claimed her mouth; their eyes locking onto one another as each refused to cave first.
The inside of her belly tingled, though, rising up to blossom in her chest and she gave in, closing her eyes and reaching for his face to deepen the kiss – which was made even more humiliating by the hum she made. When they parted Jasmine kept her eyes closed and turned her face away.
Jafar's knuckles turned white around the staff at her reaction, and he snatched her jaw in the other hand to force her gaze. Jasmine's bottom lip protruded slightly and honeyed brown eyes became watery. Somehow or another he had managed to upset her again and it churned his stomach for reasons he couldn't pinpoint.
Again he kissed her, this time closing his eyes too and slid his tongue across hers, digging thin fingers through her scalp which earned a soft moan to echo in his mouth. He never wanted to let her go – maybe that's precisely why he felt the need to run as far away from her as possible. They stared deep into each other's eyes then, and she cupped his jaw, planting a brief kiss on his moist mouth, before giving him permission to leave.
And like that, Jafar left without looking back, leaving Jasmine alone to suffer a curling tightness in her gut.
Where did they stand, she wondered miserably? She didn't know what to expect anymore – even from someone as erratic as Jafar there was always a trace of predictability. Now, however, it was more confusing than ever and the peaceful content she had felt earlier vanished as if it had never existed at all.
For now, Jasmine tried to allow herself some much needed sleep and slipped under the covers and drifted off into a cumbersome slumber.