The vizier had just woken up in excellent spirits. His thoughts were immediately occupied by the young princess and the wonderful evening he had spent in her company. Thinking back on how fiery she had been, he smiled. She had been awakened from her hypnosis for a few moments and yet she had remained in his embrace. He was starting to creep into Jasmine's mind. Soon, her desire would be so great that she would come begging him to give her more. He got up and got ready for his day. After all, he was a vizier, he had to serve the sultan, he thought with a sly smile before leaving his quarters.

For her part, Jasmine got out of bed in a happy mood. She kept thinking of the vizier. She found that he exuded an irresistible natural charm. She tried to remember how long she had had this obsession for the vizier, but couldn't explain it. It seemed to have become obvious. She even wondered why she hadn't noticed his presence earlier.

"Are you sure everything is fine, princess?" asked Dalia with befuddlement, surprised by the new attitude of her mistress.. "You hate the vizier, how can you say such a thing?"

"Hate him? How could I? He is nobler than all the princes who have come so far! He serves my father well and it is thanks to him that Agrabah has not yet fallen." Jasmine justified herself.

The maid found this very strange. Two days ago she was sure the princess despised the Grand Vizier and today she seemed ... in awe, even in love ... Dalia was shocked. How could she love a man like that! He was so dark and terrifying.

"But I don't understand. I…"

"I'm not asking you to understand!" Why did everyone have to question their choices! First her father, and now Dalia. She had always been the only person to understand her a minimum. She was her only friend, there was only Dalia she could talk to, to confess her doubts, fears, and other thoughts that she could not reveal. And today she seemed to no longer understand her. But seeing her maid join her hands and look down, Jasmine felt guilty for her aggressiveness. "Excuse me Dalia… I don't have to talk to you like that. You've always been a listening friend. " Dalia was the only person she could confide in. She couldn't afford to lose her only ally.

"It's nothing princess. I'm sorry if I got rude. I'm just worried about you princess." Dalia hissed, embarrassed. "Do you need anything else?"

"No no, I'm setting you free." Jasmine authorized. "And, don't worry about me. I assure you that I feel perfectly fine" she continued, watching her maid quickly slip away.

Now alone, Jasmine relaxed and her thoughts drifted back to the vizier. She wanted so badly to see him, to hear his soothing voice. She wanted to be closer to him and feel his touch on her skin. So without wasting a minute, she walked to her wardrobe to choose the right outfit. She grabbed a red outfit, an outfit she had hardly ever worn. Perhaps this was the first time she had decided to wear it. She found this outfit too revealing, she left her stomach entirely exposed, only her breasts were covered by the fabric. But that's exactly what she wanted. She smiled imagining the vizier seduced by her outfit, she wanted so much to get his attention and appear to him irresistible. Once dressed, she tied her hair up high, leaving her shoulders bare. She looked at herself in a mirror and smiled, imagining herself entwined in the vizier's arms. With a determined step, she walked to his rooms.

Several minutes later, Jasmine had finally arrived near the vizier's apartments. She felt her heart beat faster at the thought of seeing him. She didn't know what excuse she could say to come and see him, but whatever, she couldn't help it. She walked into the room and her heart raced when she saw him there, sitting on his cushions, quietly enjoying the fruit placed next to him in a basket.

Suddenly hesitant, she thought of turning back. No, she hadn't prepared for nothing! She strode forward into the room.

"Jafar ?" called the princess almost timidly.

Hearing the voice of the young princess, the vizier instinctively smiled and rose to greet her.

"Princess, what can I do for…" Jafar stunned, paused when he saw the young woman. Her jaw dropped, seduced by her beauty, "... you". She was dressed in a very red outfit to her liking. Oh she was so beautiful and desirable as well. With this outfit they were perfectly matched.

Jasmine had noticed that the vizier liked what he saw, she felt herself blush under Jafar's eyes. She walked slowly towards him, wanting more and more to touch him, to feel him, to be in his arms. The vizier was slightly disturbed. It was the first time the princess had made herself so ... attractive when she came to see him. Was the hypnosis effective enough for the princess to finally come on her own? He thought it would take longer, but he wasn't going to complain. He glanced discreetly at his scepter still resting near the cushions. One glance at the princess and he smiles. It was time to put the princess to the test. He walked slowly towards her, without his scepter .

"I… I came for..." Jasmine stammered. She didn't know what to say to him. She was far too proud to tell him that she just wanted to hang out with him. She had to improvise, and fast. "I have come to thank you for the respite you have given me concerning the princes."

Jafar smiled, noting his unease. "But, you're welcome princess, I only wish your happiness."

Jasmine smiled shyly, feeling her heart beat faster and faster as the distance between them narrowed. They were only a meter apart. Jafar could feel the warmth of her body and the divine scent she gave off. He wanted to step over that last yard that separated them, hug her and slide his hands over her young body, rip off her clothes and taste every bit of her skin. But he wouldn't do anything, he wanted to see if the young woman could resist his charm or pounce on him.

Jasmine looked down, embarrassed. She crossed that last meter, she was now so close to him. She could feel his breath on her face. The vizier gave a small smile.

"Are you sure you only came to thank me ?" Jafar hissed, still without a gesture. Jasmine swallowed, feeling herself blush. She turned, no longer able to meet his gaze.

"Uh yes I…" she found herself very uncomfortable. She didn't know what to say to him. Faced with her discomfort, Jafar smiled. He took a step towards her. He was now almost pressed against her. Jasmine shuddered as she felt his chest lightly touch her upper back. He leaned down to whisper in her ear in a sultry voice.

"Don't be so shy princess. Tell me what's bothering you. "

Jasmine bit her lip. She took her courage in both hands and turned around. She looked at him intently and parted her lips slightly. She couldn't take it anymore. Without being able to hold back, she threw herself on him, put her hands on his chest and quickly brought her face closer to his. His lips trapped those of the vizier, to the great satisfaction of the latter. Jafar responded to her hug and slid his hands over her waist to come and press her against him. They kissed ardently for long seconds and Jafar pulled away from the young woman reluctantly.

"This time are you aware that it was you who just kissed me?" Jafar smiles. The princess blushed and bit her lip, the vizier's arms still wrapped around her.

"Jafar, I don't know why but I'm only thinking about you lately. I know this is contradictory in view of our bad relationship but, you obsess me ... " Jasmine confessed. The vizier smiled when he heard the young woman's confession… That's exactly what he wanted to hear. How long had he been waiting for the princess to pay attention to him ? How many times had he fantasized about having the young woman on his arm? This time, she seemed ready to finally become his queen...

Jasmine noticed something near the vizier...it looked like something for a woman...an exotic, woman dancer…

"What is it ?" she asked. "Mind if I try that on ?" Jasmine broke out of his embrace and walked over to the object of her questions.

Jafar could see she noticed the attire he had her wear in hypnosis. It occurred to him that at this point, she probably won't mind, now that hypnosis had made her obsessing over him. He nodded yes on both counts.

Jasmine grabbed the outfit, smiled and bit her lip, already imagining what was to come. She could very well change in front of the vizier to seduce him more, but not too much. She didn't want to show him all at once. She wanted to save the most interesting for later ... She turned her back to Jafar and began to remove the top of her outfit.

Jafar did not miss a beat of the spectacle and gazed at her. Her back was almost bare. Her underwear was very light, almost transparent black. He was sure that if the room was brighter he could see through her clothing. She stripped off her red pants sensually, leaning forward to give him a perfect view of her thighs and hips.

The vizier smiled, she was so beautiful. Her underwear hid only what there was to hide, she really had a perfect figure.

Jasmine felt the vizier's gaze on her. She felt wanted and she liked it. She gracefully put on the shell top and loincloth. It seemed like they were revealing a lot more than her red outfit. But after all, she wanted to charm him, it was perfect to seduce the vizier.

Jasmine turned back around so Jafar can get an exceedingly good look at her.

"How do I look, Jafar?" she said with a coy, sensual smile.

"Breathtaking, my pussycat," said Jafar. Oh, how that voice was so soothing, and how his voice turned her on. "But how well can you dance?"

Jasmine raised an eyebrow and smiled. Oh, he was asking, was he ?

"Like this ?" she asked in a carnal voice before she began swaying her hips back and forth, so slowly, so sensually…

"Very good," he said. "But I'm sure you can do better than that, my pussycat."

"You're right, I can," she said, and with that, she swayed her hips sexily more, and waved her arms graciously about. She twirled and let her legs and rear show forth. She bowed, raised herself, undulated her whole body in a wavelike manner. Then she crawled sexily to his cushions, turned herself around, and gestured with a finger for him to come.

Jafar approached her with envy, aroused and lusting. Even though he wanted it badly, his mind exercised restraint. So once in front of her, he wrapped his arms around the princess's waist and pressed her against him again. He leaned over her and captured her lips again. Jasmine, delighted, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and parted her lips to insinuate her tongue into the vizier's mouth. She let out a low moan and kept her body pressed against his. Jafar smiles at her ardor and slid a hand down her back, then a hand down her cheek. After a few seconds, he pulled away.

"What do you expect from me, beautiful princess ?" he breathed sensually.

"I…"

"Do you agree to become my wife, princess?"

Jasmine suddenly felt like she was on a cloud. She would never have hoped for such a chance. To marry her meant the end of unnecessary princes and a new life on the arm of the noblest man she knew. With a sultan like him, Agrabah would be sure to prosper. Her answer would be without hesitation. She was finally going to marry a man she loved … She smiled and went to kiss him again. Jafar smiled, his hypnosis had worked perfectly. The princess was totally under his spell and soon he would be the master of Agrabah with the most beautiful woman on his arm.

"Yes, Jafar, I want to be your queen."

The vizier stroked his waist and came to whisper in his ear. "And how about you go tell your father the news?" he suggested.

"Yes, of course."

The princess walked briskly, alone in the corridors of the palace, heading towards her room. She was so happy. Soon she would be the vizier's wife, she would be all his and finally he could move his hands freely on her… She smiled when she thought of all the things they could do once they got married. Without realizing it, she had already reached her bedroom door. She entered. The room was perfectly tidy and cleaned. Obviously, his maids had already done their work. She went to lie down on her bed. She was due to join her father in an hour. During this time, maybe she could relax ... Once lying on her bed, she thought again of the vizier and especially of the moment they had just shared. She recalled his satisfaction as she danced for him. Her hands slide down her back, oh it was so good.

She slid her hands down her stomach as she waddled on the sheets. She crossed her thighs and pressed them together for new sensations. One of her hands slipped up to her breasts as the other slipped under her pants, imagining it was Jafar stroking her like that. She continued to stroke herself, her mouth forming into an "oh" of pleasure. As she felt a new sensation come over her, she stopped. She knew that if she continued she would reach her peak. And she didn't want her first orgasm to be caused by herself… She felt like she had been holding back for ages to reach for Jafar to make her hers. She wanted it to be him who gave her these feelings of a woman …

Frustrated at not having given herself pleasure to the end, Jasmine left for her balcony to cool off. It was soon so long to find her father and she had to put her ideas in place …

After fully recovering from her emotions, Jasmine made sure her clothes were properly fitted, took a deep breath and left for the throne room at full speed.

She dreaded her father's reaction to this marriage, but whatever! Whatever he said, she will marry him with or without his consent. But there was no reason to his father should refuse ... After all, he had always stood up for his vizier, telling her he was the best and indispensable for the kingdom. Today, she was of his opinion.

She quickly arrived at the royal hall and as expected, she noticed her father sitting on his elephant-shaped throne.

"Father?"

"Oh my daughter!" The sultan said as Jasmine walked up to him. "Oh, but why are you dressed like this? Did you receive a visit from a prince? I don't remember one of them was due today."

Jasmine had put on her red set. She couldn't stay in her dancewear to appear in front of her father…

"No father, I haven't seen a prince today. I want to talk to you about something but we should wait for the vizier."

"Jafar? But why? This is the first time you've cared about him to talk to me about something."

Jasmine didn't answer.

Suddenly, someone came to break their discussion. Jasmine smiled as she recognized that voice she loved so.

"My lord, I am delighted to see you." Jafar greeted with a small smile. He walked up to the two sovereigns.

"So Jafar, I understand you and my daughter have something to tell me?"

Jafar smiled, he came to stand next to the Sultan, his scepter in his hand.

"Yes indeed. But I think the princess is more apt to explain to you." he said, glancing at the young woman. So Jasmine walked a little further towards her father. Seeing her do this, Jafar skillfully brought his scepter to the Sultan's face and the staff's eyes began to glow. He leaned down so he could whisper in his ear.

"Listen to your daughter very carefully."

"I ... listen to you ... very carefully, Jasmine." repeated the sultan, almost robotic.

Jasmine suddenly found him very strange. It looked like he had lost all sensitivity. Regardless, all she wanted was for him to accept this marriage!

"At your daughter's request, you will be very enthusiastic and have a completely natural attitude." whispered discreetly the vizier in the ear of the sultan.

This time the Sultan did not repeat and waited for his daughter's request.

"Father, I have finally chosen a husband." Jasmine began. The Sultan did not answer, his eyes remained wide open, a gleam in his eyes. She expected him to jump for joy, to let his happiness drive him crazy, to throw himself on her to find out all about the lucky one of her heart. But instead, he remained motionless, impassive. "I wish to marry Jafar."

The vizier smiled when he heard the young princess officiate the request for their marriage. She had finally done it ... After all this time, it had finally happened ... After a few seconds of silence, the Sultan seemed to regain consciousness and finally gave an answer.

"I'm so happy ! Jafar will indeed be an excellent husband, my daughter! You couldn't have made a better choice! I am delighted to hear such news." The Sultan leaped from his throne and began to hop around, wild with joy. He came over to his daughter and took her hands.

"Oh my darling, I'm so happy to know that you have finally chosen a husband !"

"Yes father. I'm glad to see you accept my choice."

The sultan now headed for his vizier.

"Jafar, congratulations! I know you will be a great husband!"

The vizier smiled. It was so easy. "Thank you my lord, I promise to take care of Princess Jasmine ..." he said, bowing to the sultan. Then he walked over to Jasmine with a smile, grabbed her hand and leaned down to kiss it tenderly. The princess smiled and felt herself blush. Soon she will be his.

"We will celebrate your wedding immediately! Tonight at sunset, you will be united!" announced the sultan.

Jafar smiled, he didn't expect this wedding to be so sudden, but so much the better. His hypnosis must be more powerful than he realized. He could think of the possibilities with his hypnotic powers at his disposal, such as controlling the whole of Agrabah with it, but he brushed them aside. It was only reserved for the royal family, which he will soon be a part of, but he'll only use it if any suspicions arose.

"This is an excellent idea, Your Highness," Jafar replied.

"Daughter, go quickly to your room to get ready for this big day! I'll tell your maids to come get you ready."

Without waiting, Jasmine began to leave for her rooms. Before leaving the great hall, she turned and gave the vizier one last look. It was probably the last time she saw him as a princess ... The next time she stands by his side, it will be as queen, HIS queen. She smiled, impatiently awaiting this evening that was going to be unforgettable.

"Well Jafar! What great news! I couldn't be happier! I will hasten to deliver the news to our kingdom! This party will be most lavish!

The vizier did not answer, just smiling.

"But ... I thought my daughter hated you ...? How is it that she wants to marry you?" suddenly asked the Sultan.

The vizier subtly approached the old man, his staff in hand. He had no desire to make up an excuse, which sure would have been hard to believe even for such a futile mind as the Sultan's. Before these last days, Jasmine had always shown a fierce animosity towards him and it would be difficult to believe that she had suddenly changed her mind knowing her impulsive nature ...

Then he turned the rubies of his cobra towards the innocent eyes of the sovereign.

"Your daughter has always had the greatest sympathy with me ..." he breathed as the rubies began to shine and reflect in his victim's eyes.

"My daughter ... has always had great sympathy ... towards you ..." repeated the sultan robotically.

"Good. I beg you to excuse me my lord, but I must prepare for my wedding." Jafar hissed with a smile before heading out of the Great Throne Room, leaving the Sultan alone.

For her part, Jasmine was now in her room, all excited at the idea of this wedding. She was not alone for long, two young maids entered her rooms with a long white dress.

Jasmine was speechless as she recognized the garment.

"But it's..."

The maids walked over to the princess's bed and carefully placed the dress there.

"My mother's dress…" Jasmine hissed as she approached her. She gently ran her fingers over the fabric, enjoying the gold inlays that were built into the dress. The fabrics were of an impressive quality. After all these years, the lace on the garment was still in excellent condition. Overwhelmed by the emotion, she let a tear run down her cheek at the thought of wearing her mother's wedding dress. She didn't have many memories of her, but the few that she did had were just beautiful. Only moments of happiness and joy. Wearing this dress, it was as if her mother was present with her.

"Are you all alright Princess Jasmine?" one of the maids asked, seeming to notice her confusion.

Jasmine wiped her tear away.

"Yes everything is fine." Jasmine moved away from the dress carefully so as not to step on the long train that was on the ground.

Jasmine left for her bathroom, she couldn't wait to look like a bride.

"Would you like some assistance princess?" asked one of the young maids.

"Not at the moment, but I'm counting on you to help me with the makeup." Jasmine hissed before disappearing.

"Yes princess." the two maids replied as they already saw steam coming out of the bathroom.