Jasmine was walking alone in the gardens. She enjoyed taking walks through the gardens. Plenty of times, it made Jasmine think she was in a jungle and not in the desert that surrounded Agrabah. The green trees and the fountain should have made her feel better, but they didn't. She felt a slight chill despite the heat of the desert. And the most frightening part was...she felt pleasure from it.

What was especially bothersome was that she couldn't stop thinking about Jafar. More than just the vizier's words...it was everything about him. She wondered why she thought of him so much as of late. She tried to despise herself for thinking about him; she hated the vizier, how much of a snake he was. And yet the more she thought of how much she despised him, the more she unconsciously desired him.

Jasmine wondered why. Could it be that she hated every prince that came to call so much that the best person for the job was Jafar? Could it be that she wanted to kiss him again, to feel him touch her ? He did mention she forced herself upon him. No she couldn't believe it. She couldn't think properly anymore. The situation was really, really strange. She couldn't understand her own feelings.

All day long she pondered reclusively in the gardens, with only Rajah for company, well into the evening. When night fell, she retired to her chambers. She didn't feel very hungry; her mind was so caught up. As she sat upon her cushions, pondering, her mind was made up. Maybe Jafar might have the answers she needed, or maybe he had a solution for her problem.

"Dalia," she commanded, "summon the vizier."

Jafar smiled when he heard a knock on his door, guessing who was there. The wait was all so worth it, Jafar had figured. He was already in her head. First in her dreams, then his hypnosis made it so that she would think about him, maybe even desire him. He thought back to the times he had kissed the young woman. Her delicate lips were so soft. He had only one desire, to kiss her again and discover the wonders that were hidden under her clothes. All it needed was time. And in any case, Jafar figured suspicions would be raised if he "requested" Dalia to "bid" Jasmine to him.

Finally, and in the right time desired, did the summons come.

"Enter," said Jafar when the knock came, and in came Jasmine's handmaiden.

"The princess requires your presence," she said. Dalia took a breath as if to give herself courage. She felt fear build up and she swallowed in front of his imposing and intimidating stature. She recovered herself, and made up her mind. After all, what could he do to her...? "And she bade remind you I am not in your service."

Jafar couldn't help but smile at the maid, believing that she might have some authority over him. It was quite an ironic situation. He approached her like a snake and bringing his staff before the handmaiden. It was all so easy, she was under his spell once more. "Very well."

The walk was simple enough, and it would be as if Dalia was escorting Jafar to the princess' chambers. In reality, Jafar bade Dalia walk before him as he passed on instructions...and the usual wiping from Dalia's head reminders that she was in the service of the princess. In addition, he had brought a bundle along to make think it was the princess' laundry...but entirely something else. This time, they would be alone in the apartments of the young woman and he was determined to ask for more than a simple kiss from the beautiful princesse. He wanted her so much, and the temptation had grown too strong. He realized he couldn't resist her anymore. Ever since he had kissed her the first time, he had not stopped imagining her finally his, this woman so desirable and until now inaccessible.

Upon entry to the chambers, Dalia announced, "Vizier Jafar. Excuse me, princess, I'll put your clothes away."

Then, as she went about her usual business, without any indications of being under Jafar's spell, Jafar stepped into the chambers and…oh, there she was, sat with slightly spread legs, like this morning when she was eating her apple, sitting sensually on the dresser. And this time, in excellent privacy. He suddenly wondered if this time she was aware of her attractive posture. Was she doing this to charm him ? In any case, it was so tempting.

"You summoned me, princess?" asked Jafar innocently.

"Yes," said Jasmine. She took a deep breath. She suddenly wondered if she had made the right choice to bring him. Usually she avoided his presence as much as possible and this time she was calling him. She no longer recognized herself. "something has been bothering me as of late. First of all, you disappeared when I asked why you would ask the Sultan to give me a little break"

"I was merely passing by," said Jafar. "The Sultan had requested me about advice and you can imagine that I cannot keep our majesty waiting. But you do deserve some explanation. The reason being I felt you were wearied by so many princes coming to call. I just wanted to give you a bit of a break."

Jasmine raised an eyebrow in surprise. Was it possible the vizier was so considerate about her ? Hmmm no, something was not clear. There were too many mysteries surrounding the vizier for him to be completely honest.

"Hmmm if you say so..." she said. "There's something else, Jafar. Did I really force myself upon you yesterday ?" It bothered her to come back to this subject but she wanted to understand what had happened. She still didn't understand how she could have done that.

"Of course," said Jafar with a small smile, approaching the young princess. "I can only wonder why. Perhaps a hormonal response ? After all at your age, it's normal to wonder what it feels like in the company of a man..."

"Are you not suggesting that I want you ?" Jasmine was amazed at what he suggested. But when she thought about it, she wondered if he was right. It is true that at this moment, he was totally occupying his thoughts. Plus, she was curious about how it felt to have sex. But from there to wanting him... "I have always wanted to marry a prince that I have come to know. And the only man I know so well, besides my father, is you." Jasmine breathed.

"Really ?" said Jafar, stepping closer to the princess. Again, Jasmine kept her eyebrow raised.

He smiled and he sat, he brought his snake staff forward. As before, Jasmine instinctively gazed at him, and as the ruby eyes glowed, Jasmine fell under the spell once again. And Jafar kept it before her, steadily and constantly. Jasmine's eyes were engulfed by the eyes, again showing red and gold, her arms slackened, her jaw dropped. Jasmine had become so sensitive to his hypnosis.

"Ooooooooo…" it was all Jasmine could muster vocally. She was again feeling so light, caught up in ecstasy, in bliss. She allowed herself to float in her mind, her mind a blank.

This was perfect. Jafar and the princess were in privacy, and Dalia was already under his spell, absent, pretending nothing was happening before her eyes. What he will do next won't be bothered at all.

"You desire me, don't you?" said Jafar, keeping the staff held to her eyes.

"Yeeeeees, maaster," said Jasmine, her voice slurred to a drone. "I...desire...you…"

"You cannot stop thinking about me ?" Jafar was amused by the situation. It was so nice to see her like that, in his grip.

"That isss right, maaaster. You occupy all my thoughts." Jasmine's voice had become soft, almost natural. He wanted to wait until the day when his hypnosis will have enough impact that she naturally falls under his spell. Right now she was reacting like that because he had ordered her to. But he had only one desire, that this behavior be anchored in her and that she be master of her decisions. He wanted her to desire him for herself. That day would come, soon ...

"That is good," purred Jafar, drawing closer to her, staff still held aloft. "Riiiiiise."

Jasmine arose before Jafar, stiff and arms hanging before her. With that, with his free hand, Jafar skillfully slid her pants down her legs, showing off the perfection of her curves. He felt her bare skin quiver under his fingers as he slid his hand down her thigh. She was so sweet… He got up in his turn, brought her closer and kissed her very deeply, tying his tongue to her's. He slid his hands down her back and removed her top, so he could feel the entirety of her body against his.

The young woman was now in her underwear. She was wearing a black lace ensemble, a smaller top held by a mere string and under her pants was a cloth covering her womanhood, held together by a string. She was really beautiful. Jafar felt tightness in his pants when he felt the young woman's body pressing against his, pure and innocent. Oh he was dying to find out what was behind the last clothes she wore. But he wanted Jasmine to be his wife to fully enjoy his treasure ... The pleasure would only be greater. For the moment, it was only a taste that he allowed himself to afford. He refrained from ripping off her underwear and lifted his eyes above them.

He noticed Dalia, her bundle unwrapped with new clothing for Jasmine, the shock in her eyes. But a quick flash of the staff's eyes and Dalia stood at attention. Jafar smiles and leaned over Jasmine again. After a deep moment of kissing, he laid back on his bed, staff against the bed. He patted his hand on the covers and Jasmine understood. She finally moved and came to sit on top of him.

"Very good, my pussycat." he said. "I would, however, feel more comfortable without all this on," he added, gesturing to his clothes with a little smile.

"Yes, master," droned Jasmine blankly. She began to pull the top of Jafar's robe aside. The shoulder pads of his suits were resting on the bed, his chest was now bare. As she began to loosen the turban from his waist to fully remove her dress, Jafar stopped her. "Stop princess. Don't be so greedy." He leaned into her ear. "Let's save this for our wedding night…" He breathed in a sultry voice. Jasmine obeyed and came back to sit on top of him. She felt herself boiling when she felt his hardness through their clothes between her thighs.

"Feel my manhood," said Jafar, "Feel how you turn me on."

"Yeeeeeees.." moaned Jasmine, while Jafar loosened her hair. Jasmine leaned down and began to kiss kisses down his chest. After a few seconds, she came back to him, sliding her tongue up to his neck, rubbing her excited body against his.

"Oh princesssss," he breathed. "Rise my dear." She was so desirable. He feared that if she continued to tempt him like this on him, he would no longer be able to control himself...

Jasmine arose sensually and stood motionless, ready for orders.

"Dalia," he ordered, "attire my beautiful princess."

Dalia approached the young woman and dragged her behind the screen. The vizier of course still did not want to see what the young woman was hiding. He would know how to be patient ... In the meantime, he could see the shadow of the princess undress.

He could see the perfection of her curves behind the screen. He could guess that her breasts were perfectly proportioned, as well as her hips and thighs. Imagining caressing this perfect body, his crotch was starting to hurt.

She put on the outfit he had prepared for her. It was a shell top, held by two strings, complete with loincloths between her legs, and plenty of jewelry to go with it. Perfect for a dancing princess.

"Dance for me my pussycat," he ordered once Jasmine was attired. Oh, she was even more to be lusted the way she is. Enslaved, hypnotized, and dancing. Her hips moved slowly, side to side, her arms waving back and forth like snakes. She twirled and pranced, not being afraid to highlight her most beautiful curves.

After a moment, Jafar was again very aroused. Wanting to feel her dance against him, he arose. He walked slowly towards her, taking the time to observe her wavy body inches from his. He turned around her and stopped once he was behind her back. He pressed his body to hers and he embraces her in the neck, his manhood now under her loincloth and a hand above her womanhood, his other hand on her thigh. Oh, he won't touch her, even if he desperately wanted to. After several minutes of caress, he led the young woman with him to the bed and urged her to sit on his lap. He kept his hands resting on her hips, wanting to feel the movement of her body over him. It was so good to feel her so close. She shifted on him, back and forth, her hands resting on his shoulders. As she stirred on him, she felt wet under the loincloth on both ends, breathing in ecstasy, and Jafar pressing his lips on her neck.

"Yeeeeees," they both said simultaneously, in tandem, Jasmine no more than a blank puppet to her vizier...

What happened next was a dizzying array of pleasure and sensuality. They stayed there on the bed, stretched out, caressing each other tenderly while Dalia still stood rigidly. Jasmine was astride him. She sensually leaned in and kissed him passionately as he stroked her skin.

Jafar grabbed the young woman's waist and spun her around so that she was on her back, and him on top of her. He kept his lips pressing against hers and continued to slide his hands down her perfect curves. He pressed his body to hers, feeling the firmness of her breasts against his chest. Ooooh how he wishes he could massage her tender breasts and make her moan under his caresses. He could already feel her nipples hardening against him as he slid his hands down her thighs.

Jasmine suddenly felt weird, dizzy. It was as if she was waking up from a dream. She had a foggy mind. She opened her eyes slightly and realized that she was kissing the vizier. She was totally stunned. How could she have found herself in this situation ... Despite everything, she closed her eyes again and continued to kiss him. It was so good, she had never felt that way. His warm hands sliding down her body, his lips against her… She felt herself blush when she felt wet against his hardness pressed between her legs. She could feel her nipples hardened against his chest. How ashamed she was of her position...

Train in all this pleasure, Jasmine could not resist. She arched her back and rubbed harder against him. She buried her tongue in his mouth, wanting to feel him closer to her. She had pain at the tips of her breasts so hard they were, she was dying for the vizier to touch her and relieve her. While Jafar had his hands on her thighs, Jasmine lifted them up and wrapped her legs around him, keeping the vizier pressing against her. She felt guilty for wanting more, but it was so good. Her crotch was hurting her, she wanted to feel him enter her and finally discover what it provided ...

Jafar realized the sudden ardor of the young woman. Hypnosis should make her be docile, almost still, and not enterprising as she is now. It was not to displease him, on the contrary. He wondered if Jasmine was not coming to herself. He stopped kissing her and stepped back for a moment, wanting to see the sparkle of his hypnosis in her eyes. But as he expected, her beautiful eyes had returned to their nutty color. They both stared at each other, as if they didn't know how to react to the situation. Suddenly, Jasmine slipped her hand behind his neck and brought him closer to her so that she could whisper sensually in his ear.

"Kiss me..."

Jafar was surprised at her reaction. He smiled and came over to kiss her neck, hesitantly. He ran his tongue along her skin and ran his hands over her thighs again. It was so good to feel the young woman claiming him, pulling him against her like that.

"You are so beautiful Jasmine ..." Jafar moaned.

Jasmine arched back, biting her lip with the pleasure. She let out a moan. "Oooooh Jafaaaar..."

Without her realizing it, Jafar grabbed his serpent scepter which was still lying next to them on the bed. Perhaps the princess was docile now, but she was currently under the influence of desire and lust. There was no guarantee that she would be so sweet after. Even if he liked the fact that she was enterprising very much, he preferred not to take risks. He had made the mistake once, he didn't want to start over...

He pulled back again to Jasmine's surprise. He leaned to the side and brought his serpent scepter to her face. Jasmine was instantly subdued by hypnosis. She felt again in the clouds, light and carefree. Noticing that the hypnosis was doing its job again, Jafar smiled.

"Now, my beautiful Jasmine," he breathed hard in pleasure, "you will find no trouble with being my wife, my queen, now will you ?"

"No, master, I won't," droned Jasmine.

"Very good," he said. "Let it be ingrained in your mind…" He breathed before placing a last kiss on her still wet lips.

Dalia awoke the next morning, no memory of the night before. She was a little puzzled. What was it that Jasmine wanted to discuss with Jafar? As she pondered on this, she came across Jasmine, laid forward on bed, naked. The sight should have bothered Dalia, but somehow, it didn't.

"Princess?" she asked with befuddlement.

"Hmm?" asked Jasmine, then looking around. Her clothes strewn about, she was almost naked, save what she wore between her legs, her rear cheeks displayed so that she looked naked. Usually she slept in a nightgown, not in her underwear. There was evident wetness somewhere…

"Why are you naked ?" asked Dalia.

"I'm not. It's...so humid," said Jasmine. Indeed, she was feeling particularly sweaty.

'Hmmm..." breathed Jasmine, exhaling in ecstasy.. "Oh, I can't stop thinking about him. I value him over every prince I've seen."

"Who ?" asked Dalia, and was surprised by the princess's answer.

"O My Beloved Jafar."

I hope you like it. More is coming soon ! :)