Jasmine was now in her room. She locked the door behind her to make sure no one would disturb her. She felt very weird and didn't want to see anyone. The sun was now set, and the moon was now shining in the starry sky. Usually at this hour, she would go out on her balcony to enjoy the freshness and beauty of the night. But tonight she had only one desire, to sleep to forget that evening. She changed quickly then rushed to her bed. Once settled under her sheets, she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. But 10 minutes later, she still hadn't found sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about her meeting with the vizier. She tried to remember how that kiss could have happened, but nothing to do, she couldn't understand she could have let it happen.

She couldn't sleep, this story haunted her mind. She turned all over the place under the sheets. She relaxed and thought back to the touch of her lips against the vizier's. It was the first time she had been kissed by a man. She didn't know if she should be disgusted or not at this new experience. On the one hand, it was the vizier she had kissed, probably the man she most despised in this palace. But on the other hand, the feeling had been so sweet and pleasant. She shook her head to get the idea out of her mind. No, it was disgusting! She had always hated the vizier and it's not a simple kiss without any feeling that will change anything. The best thing she could do to forget about this unfortunate incident was to stay away from the vizier. She closed her eyes, once again trying to get to sleep.

Jasmine woke up calmly. She had slept very badly, she had even slept very little. Despite everything, she prepared for this new day. She was determined to act as if nothing had happened. It was his only way to forget it all.. She was getting ready when suddenly she heard a knock on the door. Hesitantly, she went to open it. Seeing the person standing in front of her, a surprised sigh escaped her and she instantly took a few steps back.

"What are you doing here?" Jasmine worried as she sank deeper into her bedroom. The vizier entered the room and closed the door behind him, with a little smile.

"Hello Princess. I am delighted to see you so early in the morning." He approached her as she stepped back. She now found herself against the pillar of her bed, she felt herself blush, feeling the space diminish between her and Jafar. She was unable to speak, petrified. Upset, she couldn't think anymore. He was now just inches from her. He smiled and leaned over to her. She remained still as he put his lips to hers. She was surprised to respond to his kiss. This new contact was so sweet. Even though she hated him, these new sensations were very pleasant, she didn't dare admit it to herself, but she was so curious to feel more... She parted her lips to bury her tongue inside his mouth. She slid her hands down his chest to rest them on his shoulders. The vizier slid his hands along her body to reach under her thighs and thus lift her against the pillar of her bed. Jasmine let out a moan and continued to kiss him hard. She suddenly felt a hardness rub between her legs. She felt herself boil with excitement. She showed restraint and let him lead their frolic.

As he lifted her off the wall and hugged her, he led her onto the bed. Now above her, he started to rub against her. Jasmine suddenly felt naked. She did not know where her clothes were worn, but all she had left was her underwear.

Jafar came over to lick the skin off her neck and a moment later Jasmine felt in her like a wild urge. She rolled him under her body to end up on top of him. After giving him a sensual kiss, she got up from the bed. She was standing in front of him, allowing him to see her entire naked body, much to Jafar's joy. Jasmine began dancing. She swayed her hips side to side. When she looked in the mirror, she found her hair was different, a high ponytail. she was only slightly clad now; she wore a shell top held by chain strings and a loin cloth that barely covered her rear end and her womanhood, both cloths at both ends held together by chain straps.

Jasmine proceeded to dance, to wave her arms and belly like a snake. And she danced closer and closer to Jafar's body and then swayed her hips on his lap, after being climbed on him. Under the loincloth, the hardness came again between her legs. Oh, she enjoyed it so much. She gyrated her hips side to side, back and forth. She embraced Jafar as she danced, letting him rub against her. He was wrapping his arms around her like a snake, and Jasmine rolled her eyes in ecstasy when she felt him creep between her wet thighs. Oh she wanted him. She lusted for him. And with her embrace, she was bound to him, the coils enveloping her completely, her own body wet with sweat and especially between her legs, her mind melting to his, one mind but two bodies. It was all Jafar…Jafar… "Jafaaaar….Jafaaaaar…" Jasmine droned on and on, her entire world consisting of nothing but coils and coils…

"I am yours, Jafar," said Jasmine. "I am yours. I want to be yours."

They kept on going. Coils and coils, the whole world becoming coils, an entire undulating mass of coils. And at the center, Jafar. Jasmine found she was bound, and she didn't care. Jafar licked his snakelike tongue all over her body and she sucked it in, sucking it in so much, enough to choke on it...

Jasmine woke up suddenly, sweating. She couldn't take it anymore. She gasped and tried to catch her breath. Now sitting on her bed, her nightgown stuck to her skin, she was sweating so much. What a terrible nightmare… She had really had a terrible night. She had already struggled to fall asleep, but her nightmares also had to kick-start her sleep. It was the first time she had had such a dream. And what a dream it was. She felt herself blush when she thought about it. She let her bust fall heavily on her bed, wanting to immediately forget this awkward dream. She was far too upset to hope to fall asleep again. So she stayed in her bed and waited patiently for the sunrise.

Jasmine had been staying there for an hour now, in her bed, thinking about her dream. No matter how hard she tried to get it out of her head, she felt confused. This dream seemed so real.

The sun rose over Agrabah. She finally decided to get out of bed and walked to her bathroom. She was still all sticky and had only one urge, to refresh. Now completely naked, Jasmine plunged into the boiling water of her bath. She let her head rest against the edge of the tub. She was there so well, poised, the water keeping her hair on the surface, hiding her breasts from anyone who saw her. She closed her eyes and reveled in her comfort. She didn't want to get out of there anymore.

After a long moment of relaxation, the water was getting colder and colder so reluctantly she got out of her bath. She dressed quickly, her stomach tugging at her hunger. As she was about to leave her room, she heard someone knocking on her door. She jumped and trembled when she thought back to her dream that it was Jafar who had pushed that door open. She prayed with all her heart that this moment would not come true. She approached her door feverishly. When she opened, it was Dalia who appeared.

"Oh, Dalia, I'm so glad to see you if you knew!" Jasmine hissed, relieved.

Dalia smiled in front of her mistress. She didn't know why such relief came over her, but whatever. "I am delighted to see you like this. I came because I was worried about you. You didn't show up for lunch this morning. The vizier sent me to see if you were okay." Dalia informed.

Jasmine swallowed, "The vizier ?! Yet I told him he didn't have to give you orders ! You are not at his service!" She was annoyed, though the real reason for her bad temper had nothing to do with sending Dalia again.

"Oh, don't worry, princess. He was just worried about you, that's all. And I was worried too." Dalia tried to reassure.

"The next time he sends you to me," snapped Jasmine, "remind him that you are not in his service."

Dalia was embarrassed. She was afraid of the vizier and she knew she probably wouldn't dare stand up to him. In fact, much as she could remind him, whenever he had approached...she didn't remember even mentioning she wasn't his servant. All that happened was they ran into each other and then Jafar bade her send the message.

"Hmmm, well." She contented herself. "Shall I go tell your father when you will arrive for lunch?"

"No no, don't worry. Enjoy your day, Dalia. I will manage." Jasmine authorized as she left for the large dining room, hungry.

After her long journey through the immense corridors of the palace, she finally arrived at the kitchens. She grabbed a basket of fruit and bit into an apple. As her mind wandered as she savored the juicy taste of its fruit, she felt a hand brush her shoulder and jumped. She almost dropped the fruit basket, put it on the table in front of her and turned to see who was the one who had joined her. She nearly choked on seeing Jafar, standing in front of her, with his superior smile.

"You again ?! What do you want ?!" Jasmine panicked, feeling the flush on her cheeks. She had planned not to cross his path, at least for the next three days. Obviously, it was a failure. The vizier smiles at her obvious discomfort. After the night she had just spent, it was obvious that she was blushing in front of him. He had only one desire, to make the dream he had made her undergo come true...

"Why so aggressive, princess ? I thought you would be a little more kind to me... " Jafar hissed, knowing full well that she would think of the kiss they shared.

"I hope you are joking? I still hate you so much. Just because I supposedly kissed you doesn't mean I appreciate you! This kiss means nothing to me." Jasmine said badly, biting into her apple again.

Jafar smiled, he expected no less from the young woman. "Hmmm, of course. Anyway, I just came to let you know that you won't have any new suitors for about 3 days."

Jasmine was surprised. At this moment the suitors marched in large numbers every day, with processions to present themselves sublimely, and there, the vizier confided to her that she would be quiet for three whole days. She was suspicious.

"Uh… and may I know why?"

"Doesn't that make you happy?" Jafar smiles.

"Hmm, yes, but uh, I want to understand. "

"It was me who asked the Sultan to give you a little break."

Jasmine was even more suspicious on hearing him. She took a step back and now found herself against the cabinet behind her. She leaned on her hands to lift herself up and sit on the cabinet. Jafar restrained himself when he saw her sitting there, her legs slightly apart.

"And why would you do such a thing?" She bit into her apple again, waiting for a response from the dark man. She didn't realize it, but she was very sensual when she ate its fruit.

Seeing a small drop of her apple slip between her luscious lips, he smiled, imagining himself kissing them again. He deftly turned his staff in his palm and slowly approached the young woman. Seeing him spinning his staff, Jasmine looked at him instinctively. Her gaze was captivated when she noticed the ruby eyes of the cane starting to emit a radiant glow, absolutely captivating. Quickly, her eyes started to turn red with flashes of gold, her pupils shrinking away and the flashes of gold and red pulsed in her eyes. She couldn't look away, it was so beautiful and soothing. She felt so light. She felt like it wasn't the first time she had felt like this, but the feeling was overridden so soon; what did she care? It was ecstasy, bliss. She remained motionless, totally appeased.

Jafar smirked at her trance and stepped closer. Since the princess had already undergone his hypnosis, the following times would normally be much faster and easier. But it was Jasmine… he had never dealt with such an unpredictable person. He leaned his staff against the cabinet next to them.

"Come on princess, I only want your good..." Jafar replied in a soothing voice with a flirtatious smile.

He crept between her legs and gently slid his hands down her thighs. Jasmine froze. Unfortunately, she had clothing that completely covered her legs. He couldn't appreciate the sure softness of her skin. His hands came to her waist and brought her body closer to him. This position was really very sensual. Seeing the taste of her fruit begin to flow from her lower lip, Jafar brought his hand to her face, gently stroked her cheek, and wiped the drop off with his thumb. He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it sensually while maintaining eye contact with the young woman. He would have liked her to be in full possession of her mind, he loved her rebellious and wild side so much, but enslaving her in his spell, with enough time, will put down any and all resistance..

He leaned over the young woman and came over to kiss her, unable to remain stoic in the face of her beauty. He savored the delicious taste of her lips. They were so sweet, so innocent and pure. Feeling his desire increase, Jafar could not resist, parted his lips and inserted his tongue in the mouth of the young woman. Jasmine responded to his ardor and tied her tongue to his. Jafar thought he heard a small moan escape her and leaned against her as he deepened the kiss. It was so good. He wanted so much more from her. She was so beautiful and desirable. Her breasts were pressed against him, he wanted to tear off her clothes to feel her skin under his fingers. But he didn't want anyone to come around and see them in that position like that. He would save it all for later…

He felt his desire increase as the tension built up in his pants. So reluctantly, he ceased the languid kiss that had now lasted for several minutes. If he continued, he wasn't sure he could hold back himself… And then, knowing the princess, the hypnosis could end at any time. He smiled and slid his arm down Jasmine's arm. She hadn't let go of her apple, he grabbed it and came over to nibble it closely, before placing a last kiss on her still wet lips. He pulled away from the young woman after putting the apple back in her hand. He grabbed his staff, and pulled away from the young woman. He left the room without another word.

Jasmine was alone, sitting on the cabinet. She looked around thoughtfully. She brought the apple to her mouth, she didn't remember having already eaten so much…

But besides, where was the vizier?! She spoke to him a few minutes ago and he is gone. It was as if she had missed a few things once again. It was really incomprehensible. Regardless, she was rid of the vizier and that was all that mattered. She ran her fingers over her lips. Oddly, they felt them quite… light and quivering.