The sun was starting to set and in a few moments it would be dark. The palace was filled with the people and some important people from the nearest kingdoms. This marriage had been so rushed that the more distant kingdoms would not have had time to come and witness the event. It was already miraculous that some managed to come on time.
Jafar was standing on the platform, the Sultan beside him. Soon he will be the new ruler. He was impatiently awaiting his future wife. He was almost euphoric. It was a feeling that was very strange to him, he felt almost ... happy. After all, there was enough to be. He will soon be the master of Agrabah, with the most beautiful woman in the kingdom on his arm. He observed all the guests attentively as he awaited the arrival of his beloved. He wanted to make sure that no vermin had gotten into his marriage. It was well known that some street rats took advantage of this kind of event to blend in and steal the riches laid out in front of them. If one of them had the audacity to invite himself to his wedding, he would bitterly regret it ...
Suddenly trumpets were heard in rhythm, announcing the arrival of the young bride. He immediately stopped watching the guests and looked down at the large doors at the end of the path, impatiently waiting for them to open. Jafar wasn't exactly at peace when it came to Jasmine. Knowing her, anything could have happened. With her strong character, she could have regained her faculties, caused a scandal and denounced him here in front of all Agrabah. It would be a real disaster for him. The hypnosis absolutely had to work at least until he was alone. After seconds that seemed like an eternity, the doors opened. Her eyes widened at the beauty in front of her. He was almost hypnotized by it. She was so beautiful he could hardly look away. He was now reassured. She was peaceful, the excitement of the wedding could be seen on her face. So far, everything was going well.
As the doors opened for Jasmine, she looked around for her future husband. She noticed his eyes that never left her, she knew very well that the vizier liked what he saw. She felt desirable and she liked it. She felt herself blush and quietly bit her lower lip as she slowly walked up to the platform, a bouquet of flowers in her hands, her tiger walking behind her holding the long train of her dress. Despite all the people around her, her gaze never left Jafar's. She only saw him. She still felt the stares of everyone in the room. She felt beautiful and desirable, but it was only for Jafar that she wanted to be. No matter what else and what surrounded her, it was only her marriage to the man in front of her that mattered.
Jasmine finally arrived at the end of the path leading to her destiny. She graciously climbed the three steps that separated her from her future husband. The vizier's smile widened as the young princess approached him. He was captivated by her beauty. He looked at the dress she was wearing. He wasn't sure, but he thought he had seen this dress before… He thought for a moment and his memory came back to him. He had already seen this dress on the mother of the princess… She had put on this dress during her marriage to the sultan. Her daughter wore it even better than she did. Her eyes drifted directly to her cleavage. Oh how he would like to grab her and rip that dress off her to feel her skin against his. As the room became silent, the Sultan came to position himself in front of the young couple, facing all of the guests present at the event. The freshness of the night had crept into the palace, hence the warm clothes of the inhabitants who had the means to dress well. Regarding Jasmine, despite the lightness of her dress and the lace that showed parts of her skin, she was not at all cold. On the contrary. She was bubbling with so much excitement that the coolness of the night went unnoticed.
"Good people of Agrabah! We are here tonight to celebrate the wedding of my daughter, Princess Jasmine! My dear little girl has finally chosen a husband! He is a man of confidence, who will bring our city to greatness: the Grand Vizier Jafar! " announced the Sultan to the applause and delight of the guests.
Jasmine smiles, wanting this ceremony to end to enjoy her husband and their honeymoon.
After long minutes of official ceremony, the Sultan finally arrived at the fateful moment that the young couple had been impatiently awaiting.
"Grand Vizier Jafar, do you agree to take Princess Jasmine as your wife, protect her and honor her until death?"
"Yes, I swear it." Jafar hissed, smiling, keeping his gaze fixed on the princess. Jasmine smiled and bit her lip, impatiently waiting to seal their union with a passionate kiss.
"Princess Jasmine, do you agree to take the Grand Vizier Jafar as your spouse, to remain faithful to him and to honor him until death?"
Without a hint of hesitation, Jasmine replied, "Yes I swear!"
Jafar smiled as he noticed his enthusiasm. Delighted to finally marry his daughter, the Sultan refrained from pouncing everywhere.
"By the powers conferred on me, I declare you husband and wife. May your union be anchored and endure in the sands of the East."
Hearing this sentence closing the ceremony, Jafar smiled and grabbed his queen before pressing her against him. Almost shyly, Jasmine put her hands on his chest and let him come over to kiss her. Jafar leaned over her to deepen the kiss. He smiled as he felt his queen's arms wrap around his neck. This kiss was so good that Jasmine let out a small moan. She showed restraint towards the guests in the room. If they had been alone, there's a good chance she would have pounced on him for more…
Jafar was taking full advantage of this kiss. He wanted her so much. But he wasn't completely safe. If unfortunately the princess woke up from her hypnosis at this moment ... things could get complicated. The sooner they were alone, the sooner he would be fully reassured.
The new sovereigns descended hand in hand from their platform, under the applause and the sound of trumpets. Music began to play, and the guests moved away from the couple who had stopped in their walk. The new sultan look his queen with a charming smile, and extended his hand to her. Jasmine caught it, quietly biting her lip and found herself pressing against her husband. The next second they started dancing, setting the ball rolling.
Jasmine would never have imagined that Jafar was so skilled at dancing. She was so close to him, her body rubbing against his with each new movement. She felt her desire gradually increase. She wanted to throw herself on him inappropriately, kiss him hard and let him slide his hands down her body.
Two minutes later, some guests joined in the dance. The new couple now seemed to blend in, they were no longer the center of attention. Everyone was focused on their dance with their partner.
Jafar slows down the movement of their dance. Jasmine took the opportunity to slide her hands on his chest, then bring them behind his blow. She came to press more strongly against him, wanting to feel him ever closer to her. Jafar seemed to sense her desire, he smiled and leaned over to put his lips to hers.
Their dancing stopped, too busy kissing. Jasmine let out a moan, parted her lips and buried her tongue in husband's mouth. Pleasantly surprised, Jafar responded to her ardor and stroked her back. Jafar couldn't take it anymore, he wanted so badly to strip her of that dress and make her his own. No one paid attention to them. For their part, the overlords felt alone in the world during this time. Time seemed to stand still, nothing mattered. Their minds were focused on the kiss they shared.
Jasmine broke their kiss and came to whisper in his ear, "Jafar ... make me your wife ..."
Jafar smiles. "Patience, my pussycat. We have a wedding to celebrate." They resumed their dance until the music stopped.
Jasmine was frustrated, she wanted him so much. But she just smiled at him.
The dances now over, the new sultan walked with his queen to the sideboard that had been installed before the ceremony. He grabbed a cup of wine and handed it to Jasmine. She caught it, touching his hand sensually.
Jafar smiles discreetly. She was really crazy about him, he thought ... He grabbed a cup for himself, turned to his guests and raised his glass.
"Dear people of Agrabah and other dignitaries from neighboring countries, thank you for coming to my wedding with Queen Jasmine. From now on, enjoy this evening." Jafar announced before raising his glass to his lips.
The people present applauded and walked to the buffet.
As the new sultan, Jafar had new responsibilities. He was dying to take his wife to their room ... but he had to welcome emissaries from neighboring countries. It was important to forge strong links with them to ensure alliances with Agrabah. He approached Jasmine and came to whisper in her ear: "My kitten, I'm sorry but you are going to have to wait a little longer before you can enjoy your wedding night ..."
He came and placed a light kiss on her neck and left quickly. She watched him walk away, frustrated.
She found herself alone again. She was watching the guests, but after several minutes, she looked around for her husband. Once found, she never took her eyes off him. She didn't know when, but Jafar had once again taken over the staff he used to have. She watched him chat with a group of well-dressed men, standing gracefully. She didn't pay attention to them for a long time, she only saw her husband ... She backed up against the sideboard and smiled imagining Jafar coming over there, pressing her against him and taking her against that sideboard ... Strangely, she lost her smile when she started to wonder since when she had felt such a desire for him… No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't remember. It was as if, this moment that should be engraved in his memory had never existed. She was puzzled. But how could she forget such a moment ? The only one who could enlighten her, is her husband. She had to talk to him and quickly.
Ten minutes later, Jasmine couldn't wait, her doubts were eating her away. She walked over to her husband, determined. "Jafar?"
Hearing it, the man turned to the voice, leaving for a moment the men with whom he was discussing. He waited until she was right in front of him to speak to her in a low voice.
"My dear, I told you you should wait for…" he couldn't finish his sentence.
"No, listen to me ! It's important..." Jasmine said sharply. Hearing it, the vizier frowned slightly. It was the first time that the princess raised her voice. It reminded him of Jasmine's ways before she was ... under his hypnosis. Jafar was suddenly seized with a strange fear. If the princess woke up at this moment and that certain memories returned to her, nothing prevented her from causing a scandal ... This situation would be really very painful in front of so many people. It would be difficult for him to hypnotize so many people to make them forget this situation. He turned briefly to the men he was chatting with to greet them.
"Gentlemen, I'll be back soon."
He gave his full attention to his beautiful wife. "What can I do for you my dear?" he asked, rubbing the head of his personal cobra.
"I was wondering, since when did you and I ... well, you see?"
"No forgive me, I'm afraid I don't understand."
Jasmine huffed, "Since when do you and I have these feelings for each other? You obsess me and I can't remember when this started ..."
"Oh I see…" Jafar thought for a moment. She had regained her composure. He wondered if he should still use hypnosis on her. "Do you doubt your love for me?" he asked.
"Of course not! I know I love you."
Jafar smiled when he heard it. Maybe he would be able to control her without hypnosis now. At least for now...
"I am happy to hear it. I would love to remind you of the circumstances under which we confessed our feelings." he said, approaching to take her tenderly in his arms. "However, could you wait a few more minutes? I absolutely have to finish this discussion, then I'm all yours…" he smirked.
Jasmine just smiled sensually at him. "Do not be too long..."
Jafar walked over and kissed her tenderly before turning back to the group of men a few feet away from them. Jasmine distanced herself, impatiently awaiting her husband. The wait was not long. A few minutes later, Jasmine felt a presence behind her. She turned and saw her husband, ready for her.
"It's time to slip away my dear." he breathed sensually.
"What about your guests? Do you plan to abandon them? " she asked on principle, but hoping he would …
"For you, of course yes my dear." he smiles sensually before grabbing her hand to lead her to their new room …
Jasmine followed him enviously, they had found themselves alone several times in the hallways before reaching their apartments. As she had wanted to throw herself on him to make him hers ... She showed restraint, her questions seemed to go far from her mind. But she forced herself not to let her questions slip away. It was too important for her to let this go.
Once in front of their room, Jafar opened the door, he stretches out his arm, gesturing for Jasmine to enter. She did so and waited a stone's throw from him. As she heard Jafar lock the door behind him, she bit her lip, imagining all they were free to do now that they were finally alone …
The new sultan sneakily approached his young wife and slipped his hands on her hips. He pressed himself deftly against her and brushed a strand of hair from her neck to feel her skin. Jasmine shivered at the touch and put her hands on his, pressing against him too.
"So my dear. You still don't remember where our story began? "
"Hmmm unfortunately no. But I'm sure you'll be able to jog my memory… "Jasmine hissed. He smiles, wanting only her …
"Of course my kitten…" he came over to kiss her neck as he slid his hands down her thighs. "You came to see me one day… After a long discussion, you kissed me before you left…" he began. He wanted to do everything so as not to have to hypnotize her. He wanted this love that she felt for him right now to become natural. He wanted her to resume her strong entertaining character that he loved so much, but still keep that love for him. If he abused hypnosis, she might become completely devoid of personality. "I assure you that I was pleasantly surprised. The next day we saw each other, and you confessed your feelings for me… "breathed Jafar, kissing the young woman's blow again. "Does this remind you of anything?" Jafar asked, dreading his response.
"Hmm I don't know, maybe." Jasmine vaguely remembered those moments, it was still very vague but she knew that those moments were really over. She didn't want to look any further, at least not for the moment. All she wanted now was to take advantage of her husband… She turned, smiled at him and came over to kiss him hard. Jafar smiled as he kissed her and pushed her lightly towards the bed behind them.
He slid his hands down her arms and came to stroke her back. He removed the shoelaces which held her wedding dress. Now loosened, he forced the robe down a bit and dropped it to the floor. Still kissing his wife, he brought his hand to her head, stroked her beautiful black hair and withdrew the flower diadem that had been placed on her head during the wedding ceremony. He untied the braids from her hair which fell freely over her shoulders.
Jasmine was now in her underwear. She felt a small blush rise to her cheeks as she was almost naked in front of him. It wasn't the first time that she had been so naked in front of him, but this time she knew it would go way beyond last time. Jafar broke the kiss tenderly and stepped back to contemplate her. A satisfied smile crossed his face at her beauty.
"You are perfect my dear." Jasmine smirked, hoping he carried her to the bed a few inches behind them. But instead, he pointed with his arm to the chair in the bedroom with an outfit she had seen before. The dance outfit ...
To believe he had already planned how the night was going to unfold… Jasmine smiled, guessing what he wanted.
"A little entertainment to accompany our intimacy ? And that might help you get your memory back… "Jafar suggested.
Oh he wanted to see her in action ? He won't be disappointed, Jasmine thought. She emerged from her husband's embrace, brushing his hand, and walked over to the chair to grab the outfit.
Even though Jafar was now her husband, she wouldn't let him see her naked so easily. If he wants to see her body, he will have to come himself and strip her of her clothes...
As she put on the dancer's outfit, she had her back to him, allowing him to see only her buttocks. She had been clever enough that he couldn't see anything else. Perhaps he had observed the bulge of her breasts on the edge of her body, giving free rein to his imagination. But he couldn't see anything. Neither her breasts nor her femininity.
But he didn't need to see more to realize her beauty. Her tanned skin was perfectly smooth, without any blemishes. He longed to finally be able to touch her. While Jasmine was getting ready Jafar had settled on the bottom of the bed, watching her do it.
Once dressed, Jasmine faced her husband with a seductive pout.
She took a few steps forward and began to rock her hips back and forth. She put her arms over her head, pressing her breasts together. She played with her hair sensually as she slowly approached the bed. She turned back and continued rocking her hips. Jafar huffed with satisfaction at the sight in front of him. He brought his hand to his crotch and began to stroke himself lightly. Seeing her perfect body thus exposed just for him was becoming a real ordeal. But soon he could enjoy her royal body.
Seeing him out of the corner of her eye caressing himself, she smiled and bit her lip, hungry to feel him on her. As she danced for him, she told herself how handsome he looked. She had only one desire, to climb on him and make him enjoy her dance a little closer. Oh ... but after all, they were married now, she could do whatever she wanted ... So why hold back ? She turned around completely and noticed his erection under his dress. She felt herself boil with excitement. A new heat seized her crotch. Without waiting another second, she filled the last few feet that separated her from the bed and climbed astride her husband. Jafar smiled and put his hands on her thighs, feeling the warmth of her femininity.
Jasmine let out a moan as she felt his hardness against her. It was so exciting to feel him like that. She resumed her sultry movements above him, rubbing against him back and forth, feeling his manhood harden a little more with each movement.
"Oh Jasmine, you are so delicious." Jafar moaned, bringing his hands to her back. Jasmine leaned forward and came to kiss him passionately. She parted her lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth, knotting her tongue to his. Jafar responded enthusiastically. Such passion in the princess, it was so good to finally have her for him.
Hungry, he gripped the waist of the young woman strongly and rotated her so that she was on her back, and him above her. Jasmine moaned as she still kissed him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed him against her. Jafar smiled and pulled away from her lips to come over and kiss her blow. With the coolness of the night and the excitement her husband was giving her, Jasmine felt her nipples harden against his chest. She arched as Jafar's tongue slid over her skin to her chest, his member pressing ever harder between her thighs. He smiled when he saw her in ecstasy, then removed the top of Jasmine's outfit. She moaned as she felt Jafar caress her breasts and run his tongue over the tips of her nipples. He slid his hands down her thighs while keeping his mouth on her breasts. He took off Jasmine's last garment and pulled back to admire her.
"So beautiful ..." he breathed.
"Jafar, please make me yours." she pleaded, wet. She was sure that if Jafar continued to torture her like this, she could reach her climax without him even entering her. Just to feel him so hard on her was just exquisite.
"Hmmm as you wish my queen." Jafar moaned, eager to own her. He easily parted his dress to reveal his hard member. He came over to kiss the young woman ardently and rubbed between her thighs one last time, appreciating how wet she was for him.
Hearing his wife's pleading moans, Jafar couldn't hold back for a second longer and crept inside her. He stopped, knowing that at the moment she was in pain. But he would know how to get her through this pain. Soon she will beg him never to stop.
He leaned in a little more and came back to kiss her breasts before pushing back inside her. Then another, and yet another. He saw Jasmine's face relax, so he smiled and started to speed up his movements. She let out high-pitched moans. Oh yes this time she loved it.
"Oh Jafar yeesss ... It's so good, don't stop ..." she begged when she tightened the grip of her legs around him.
The night went on, and the pleasure was so enjoyable that they hardly remembered a thing, save the pleasure they enjoyed.
They had both reached their peak. This night had surely been the hottest in all of Agrabah. The new sovereign was already longing to make his wife happy again. While Jasmine had come to snuggle in his chest, he placed a last kiss on her forehead. He watched her thoughtfully. If only she had done all of this without being under the influence of hypnosis…
He smirked as he imagined how things might have turned out if Jasmine had been aware of what she was doing. Would she have had the same ardor ? The same desires ? Would she have enjoyed being his as much ? So many questions about his wife invaded his mind. But eventually he took his eyes off her, and stared thoughtfully at the ceiling of the room, as if it was collecting the fruit of his thoughts.
His thoughts now move to Agrabah. It was going to change, everything was going to change. He would be the best sultan Agrabah has never seen and will never see again. He will leave an imprint on this world that no one will ever be able to forget. Oh yes, his reign was finally starting, and he saw this future in a big way...
When morning came, the couple lay face-forward, completely naked, Jafar having and arm wrapped around his wife. Oh, he enjoyed pleasuring his wife tonight, and he will enjoy pleasuring her every night afterward. The couple woke up quietly.
"Well my dear, did you sleep well?" Jafar whispered in his ear, coming to stroke his back.
"Hmmm I had the best night ever. It was amazing my love." she replied, coming to kiss him passionately.
Jafar smiled and came to press against his wife...
A week had passed, Jafar was savoring this new life as a sultan. He had absolute power and the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. Moreover, Jasmine had never spoken again of her doubts concerning the beginning of their relationship. Not having used hypnosis again, she had not become a mere thoughtless body. On the other hand, she had not recovered her character before. At least not yet. Finding the former princess was now a goal he set for himself. He was so curious to see what wife she would be. Ant that would make his daily life a little more spicy ...
The sun was falling and Jafar was on his balcony. The object of his thoughts burst into the room.
"There you are my love." Jasmine said as she closed the door behind her and approached her husband. Jafar turned to her and smiled. He was still going to have a great evening …
A month had passed since the marriage of the sovereigns. It was evident that with this new reign, Agrabah prospered more and more. The economy was doing better and poverty was slowing down. The guard in the streets was reinforced, causing crimes to become less and less frequent, be it theft, murder or rape. Jafar had instituted new very strict laws, such as on security, education or the punishment of crimes. Despite their radical nature, these measures had proven to be very effective. It is also thanks to this that Agrabah was more flourishing than ever. The old reign was far too lax for this city to evolve to the extent of its potential. Agrabah could become the largest city in the East. But it was not during the reign of the former sultan that this could happen. The sun was starting to set, Jafar joined his woman on the balcony.
"What are you doing my dear?" He slowly approached as she remained silent, still with her back to him.
After a few seconds that seemed endless, she finally decided to break the silence.
"I know..."
Jafar swallowed. "... What? You know what?" He wasn't sure to understand.
"I know what you did to me…"
He didn't answer, the young woman was strangely calm. If she was talking about what he was thinking, knowing Jasmine, she should have been very pissed off…
She turned to face him. Her face was relaxed, she looked serene. "You forced me to love you so that I could marry you and become a sultan..."
Jafar's eyes widened. He didn't expect her to suddenly regain consciousness. He thought she would start asking questions about the circumstances of their budding feelings again and that would have allowed him to prepare. It was really strange. He had hoped so much for her to regain consciousness, and when it finally happened, he was paralyzed, not really knowing what to do. On the one hand he was delighted, on the other he was also afraid of what she could do. Oh sure she could never dethrone him. He was a sultan now and nothing could change that. He was just afraid of losing all that happiness, of losing her she...
He stepped forward slowly, rubbing the head of his personal cobra.
"It's pointless." she interposed.
"...I won't hypnotize you. Never again. But...you are puzzling me, princess ..."
"Princess? Am I not your sultana now?" she raised with a small smile.
"I don't understand. Aren't you angry ? How long have your memories been restored?"
"I have been myself again since this morning ..."
"This morning ...? And yet you haven't said anything before. Why?"
"What difference would it make if I made a scandal? You are a sultan, and not by usurpation, by marriage. Now there is nothing I can do to change that."
Jafar was pleasantly surprised by her maturity. He was not hoping for so much!
"Do you mean to say that you accept this situation without even protesting?"
She approached him slowly. "I intend to keep an eye on your actions in my kingdom ... But I must admit that since you have been on the throne, Agrabah is doing much better than when it was my father. And for that I am very grateful to you. And…"
She was now right in front of him, inches away. Jafar smiled, reassured by his speech. "And...?" he huffed, filling in the space that separated them.
"... I think spending all this time as your wife made me realize that you weren't that bad. I think I've learned to ... tolerate you. " Jasmine contented herself. She wouldn't do him the pleasure of confessing more. She remembered them all. Anytime he had hypnotized her. Everything he had done to make her his wife. She knew that before she would have caused a scandal that would have stirred the whole palate. But seeing Agrabah's progress, she couldn't ruin everything out of selfishness. And it's true... finally he was not so bad as a husband. Before all that, she would have bet that Jafar would be a violent man, that he would have a harem with countless women for him, that he would use her as a toy that he would send back when he had what he wanted from her. But it was not. He has always been respectful and soft to her. He has always been faithful to her. And for all that, she was grateful to him.
"Glad to hear it, my sultana…" Jafar hissed before putting his hands almost timidly on her hips. He leaned in to kiss her, hoping that despite everything she would still be ready to accept him as a husband ... If she had been under hypnosis, Jasmine would not have waited for him to lean more to come and kiss her. . But at least she didn't back down as he continued to approach.
She was embarrassed, it was the first time she was going to kiss him fully conscious. Still, she didn't back down, curious to be able to fully feel the sensations he had been giving her for a month now… She felt his breath on her face and parted her lips.
Jafar kissed his young wife longingly. It was as if now that she was fully conscious, there he wanted even more than usual. He wanted so badly to taste the real Jasmine… The young woman concentrated on the feeling of his lips on his. She might have experienced it before, but today it was different. She really felt like she was feeling it this time. She let it go as Jafar began to slide his hands down her back. She remembered how she felt when she was under hypnosis… She had loved his touch, he had been so gentle with her and such good company… But now that she was awake, she felt like those sensations were increased tenfold. She leaned against him, curious how she would feel when he made her his once more. His questions were starting to fade as Jafar dragged him into their room … It was as if tonight they were going to learn to discover each other for the first time. He savored the taste of her lips, delighted by the turn of events. He finally had everything he wanted. Maybe it takes time for the young woman to fully accept her as her husband. But it's not a problem, at least he was sure she was going to bring dynamism to their new life ...
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