I Tell You, Even Rock's Crack
(DISCLAMER: The title of this chapter is from Dahlia Ravikovitch's Pride.)
Aladdin stared at the dingy gray walls of the dungeon cell he'd been thrown into. Ugly green moss covered a single corner, watered by an annoying drip from above. Mamlucks patrolled the outside of the bars, glaring at him with their yellow eyes and swinging their swords side to side. Once again, the hero snuck a looking one of the puddles to see which cell the zombie looked in next. Before he could even focus another mamluck came by, swinging his blade down across the bars and pushing Aladdin back.
"Naughty naughty." Came a taunting voice from the entrance. "Really Aladdin, I think Mozenrath gives you far too much credit."
Aladdin looked through the bars, surprised to see Randri 's soul piercing eyes watching him. Once again, he was struck by how beautiful the ?man? was, but now at a closer distance. The silver hair had been brushed back and pulled into a pony-tailed, braided in and out with red, blue, gold, silver,and orange ribbons. Extraordinarily long ears lay close to his head, shaped like delicate bat wings had been decorated with silver and amber earrings. Some of which,(he noted), belonged to Jasmine. Firm, lush lips smiled at him, exposing the sharp canines underneath. And to add to all of this, a lean, dark caramel tanned body.
"What are you?" Aladdin asked and was ashamed to find his voice nearly breathless.
Randri noticed and hummed, pleased with the effect he had on him. "I am a nymph. The only male nymph in the world to be exact, and it was not intentional." he grinned at the hero and leaned in closer. "You do know what a nymph is don't you?" Aladdin shook his head hesitantly, desperate to get more information out of the nymph. "Well...if you don't know...." Randri leaned in close and flicked his nose playfully. "I'm not going to tell you."
Aladdin felt his temper rise and grabbed the bars. "Then what did you come down here for? Isn't it usually Mozenrath's job to come down and mock the prisoners? He takes such joy it so much."
Randri's smile turned secretive. "There are a great many things Mozenrath has found more....enjoyable....than your company street rat." he reached inside and grabbed Aladdin's cheeks, squeezing them together painfully. "And considering the detail in which he explained exactly what he wishes to do to you, I'd be grateful for his currently occupied mind."
Aladdin jerked out of his grip. "And I'm guessing you're the one keeping him occupied." Aladdin dusted himself off as Randri looked shocked. "I grew up on the streets. Being sheltered from some of the more blunt facts of life weren't high on my priority list." He looked back up at the exotic nymph, a crooked smile on his face. "Guess that answers why he never had a girlfriend."
Randri smirked and gave a graceful half bow. "I aim to seduce. Here...I'm entirely a sadist." he produced plates of hot stew from behind his back and handed one to Aladdin. "I suspect Mozenrath will want you in perfect health for what he has planned." he added just as Aladdin had lifted the first bite.
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Jasmine looked up at the top of her cell, her keen eyes searching for any sort of chipped rock or unusually large crevice. She had already begun pushing on the different blocks. She strongly suspected that she was in one of the lower levels of the dungeon, due to the dirt floors and moisture level. ~Or maybe all prisons are dank and full of earth worms.~ she mused and paced around.
A squawking outside her cell caught the princess's attention as a mamluck entered, carrying a cage with a brightly colored Iago. "Lemmi outta here! Look, you guys are always losing body parts, I can get yaw a great deal with a mortician!" he rattled the bars and pulled at them. "Just let me go!"
The mamluck completely ignored him and opened the door to Jasmine's cell, throwing the bird inside. Jasmine reached out and caught the cage, holding the paranoid macaw. "Whew, princess. I thought they were gonna throw me in with the alligators or something."
Jasmine smiled down at Iago and set him on the floor, picking up the lock on the cage and inspecting it. "I'm glad to see you too Iago. Did you see Aladdin while they brought you down here?" she cursed mentally. Though Aladdin had taught her her basics of thievery, she was no lock pick. And she doubted a rock would ruin any of Mozenrath's devices.
"Sorry princess, didn't see the kid. But did you get a load of that nymph fella? I'd say Mozenrath's found a boyfriend."
"Nymph? I thought all nymphs were female?" Jasmine asked. The parrot, as always, was a well of information, and she was willing to listen.
"Well...they are. Which probably explains why he's sticking around with the wiz-kid. You can take the nymph outta Greece, but you can't take..."
"Iago!"
"Okay okay! Ya see nymphs typically aren't born, they just sort of appear. Their natural spirits of the purest kind. I can't remember ever hearing about a male nymph! Randri must be the only one of his kind. See, as spirits of nature, nymphs are an embodiment of the most natural thing in the world. Sex." Iago broke off the explanation, looking to see how the royal woman would react. Her eyes didn't even shift. " Well, their known for stealing nearly any man that catches their fancy and refusing to let him go. Prolific little things. Have swarms of children around, but none of them are ever nymphs, just heros and maybe a sorceress here and there."
"So Randri is the first born nymph. Then who were the parents?" Jasmine asked
"Beats me. Doubt if even the nymph who bore him knows. They don't exactly keep careful track of their lovers." Iago "My guess is, the father was a pretty powerful sorcerer of some kind, which would also explained Randri's attraction to Mozenrath." Iago stuck out his tongue. "I know nothing else does."
"But why would a nature spirit help to destroy. Doesn't that go against their very purpose?"
"Yeah, but Randri isn't pure nymph remember, only half nymph." Iago thought about it. "He can ignore certain parts of his being I guess."
"But still...how did Mozenrath come across him...."
"Who cares! But the two 'lovers' are up there right now rearranging the palace!" Iago shouted in his rancorous voice.
"I know that Iago! But Mozenrath melted the lock to the doors so I can't even use my hair pin to pick it." Jasmine threw up her hands in disgust. Her own palace and she had no clue how to escape it.
"Well you better figure it out soon. This cage is making my wings cramp."
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Randri smiled as he watched Mozenrath sitting on the royal throne of Agrabah. After all this time, he'd finally found someone worth of his attentions. All those whimpering little girls of Greece, begging him with doe eyes and spread legs to take them. He'd never felt any desire for their submissive little forms and over willing bodies. His mother must have tried to marry him off a hundred times, even though she knew he could never be happy with a wife.
~But then you popped up my exotic desert cobra.~ Randri grinned happily. Ever since that dark, forbidding sorcerer had traveled to the Pindus mountains to seek the Gem of Gaia, Randri had been enamored with him. In the end, Mozenrath had left without the jewel, but with a more precious treasure then he possibly could have imagined.
~And now he's all mine.~ Randri hummed. ~Or perhaps I'm all his. Who can tell with love.~ A thrilling sensation washed over him and he touched Mozenrath's beloved hand, letting the feeling pull him in.
Mozenrath caught the nymphs look and turned his full attention to his companion. "Is there something you wanted?" he asked.
"Oh nothing more than the usual." Randri slunk up to the throne seductively.
"Which is all you ever seem to want." Mozenrath gestured and Randri allowed himself to be pulled into the tall man's lap. "I swear, is there no one who can keep up with your habits?"
"None but you." Randri promised and pulled Mozenrath's face ford, pressing their lips tightly together. Mozenrath ran his hand along the nymph's back and over his neck, pushing them closer as their tongue tangled inside. Randri let his fingers wander with feather light touches over Mozenrath's chest, stimulating the different nerves and allowing them to warm under his touch. He felt Mozenrath's muscles relax and ran his hands up under the turban, tossing it off and exposing the thick ebony locks of hair underneath.
Mozenrath began to undo the clasp the held Randri's cloak on, only to have the nymph's hand stay him. "Perhaps you haven't noticed m'love, but we're in the throne room."
Mozenrath flipped the lock on the clasp, pulling it aside. "And your point. In case you haven't noticed, this palace is devoid of anyone who might care."
Randri laughed, his voice echoing in the marble room. "Still, show some control." he rubbed his thigh against Mozenrath's and was rewarded with a low groan. "Of course for you that might be a stretch."
Mozenrath grabbed Randri's thighs and pulled him in close, grinding his growing hardness on the outside of the clothing. "As though you have any sort of composure once we're alone together. Your worse then I am you over grown pixie."
The nymph spun around and gave a playful slap. "Street magician! I certainly didn't hear any complaints from you last time."
"It's hard to complain with something that big in your mouth." Mozenrath muttered under his breath and received a dirty glare from Randri. He looked as though about to deliver a withering retort just as one of the mamlucks walked in and began miming something. "What is it?" He yelled at the mute creature. The mamluck gestured in frustration towards the rooms section of the palace. "You've broken through to Jafar's lab." he interpreted.
Randri scoffed in anger as he was rapidly shoved to the side and Mozenrath followed the green zombi. Moving a stray curl of white hair from his finely featured face, he gritted his teeth together and gave a low snarl. "How dare he. After all I've done for him!" A dark, feral noise escaped the nymphs mouth as the canines enlarged and his eyes began to glow eerily.
It wasn't as though he asked for so much. Just a little affection now and then. But sometimes that damn sorcerer got so caught up in his business he'd completely forget that Randri existed. And when he did return from whatever he'd been doing, the attention became very aggressive and dominating. Not that he didn't enjoy the spontaneous, slightly rough handling, but it could also be very irritating.
~Perhaps it's time I showed Mozenrath just how good he could really be.~ Randri wondered to himself. The sorcerer had the potent ional to be a magnificent lover, if only he could learn a bit more than just animal rutting! It was a down right blasphemy for someone as succulent as Mozenrath to have learned nothing more then the simple in and out motions of sex. A slow, mischievous smile crept over Randri's face. ~And what better time than tonight!~ He practically skipped off towards the royal bedchambers, his mind already planning what he had in store.
(DISCLAMER: The title of this chapter is from Dahlia Ravikovitch's Pride.)
Aladdin stared at the dingy gray walls of the dungeon cell he'd been thrown into. Ugly green moss covered a single corner, watered by an annoying drip from above. Mamlucks patrolled the outside of the bars, glaring at him with their yellow eyes and swinging their swords side to side. Once again, the hero snuck a looking one of the puddles to see which cell the zombie looked in next. Before he could even focus another mamluck came by, swinging his blade down across the bars and pushing Aladdin back.
"Naughty naughty." Came a taunting voice from the entrance. "Really Aladdin, I think Mozenrath gives you far too much credit."
Aladdin looked through the bars, surprised to see Randri 's soul piercing eyes watching him. Once again, he was struck by how beautiful the ?man? was, but now at a closer distance. The silver hair had been brushed back and pulled into a pony-tailed, braided in and out with red, blue, gold, silver,and orange ribbons. Extraordinarily long ears lay close to his head, shaped like delicate bat wings had been decorated with silver and amber earrings. Some of which,(he noted), belonged to Jasmine. Firm, lush lips smiled at him, exposing the sharp canines underneath. And to add to all of this, a lean, dark caramel tanned body.
"What are you?" Aladdin asked and was ashamed to find his voice nearly breathless.
Randri noticed and hummed, pleased with the effect he had on him. "I am a nymph. The only male nymph in the world to be exact, and it was not intentional." he grinned at the hero and leaned in closer. "You do know what a nymph is don't you?" Aladdin shook his head hesitantly, desperate to get more information out of the nymph. "Well...if you don't know...." Randri leaned in close and flicked his nose playfully. "I'm not going to tell you."
Aladdin felt his temper rise and grabbed the bars. "Then what did you come down here for? Isn't it usually Mozenrath's job to come down and mock the prisoners? He takes such joy it so much."
Randri's smile turned secretive. "There are a great many things Mozenrath has found more....enjoyable....than your company street rat." he reached inside and grabbed Aladdin's cheeks, squeezing them together painfully. "And considering the detail in which he explained exactly what he wishes to do to you, I'd be grateful for his currently occupied mind."
Aladdin jerked out of his grip. "And I'm guessing you're the one keeping him occupied." Aladdin dusted himself off as Randri looked shocked. "I grew up on the streets. Being sheltered from some of the more blunt facts of life weren't high on my priority list." He looked back up at the exotic nymph, a crooked smile on his face. "Guess that answers why he never had a girlfriend."
Randri smirked and gave a graceful half bow. "I aim to seduce. Here...I'm entirely a sadist." he produced plates of hot stew from behind his back and handed one to Aladdin. "I suspect Mozenrath will want you in perfect health for what he has planned." he added just as Aladdin had lifted the first bite.
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Jasmine looked up at the top of her cell, her keen eyes searching for any sort of chipped rock or unusually large crevice. She had already begun pushing on the different blocks. She strongly suspected that she was in one of the lower levels of the dungeon, due to the dirt floors and moisture level. ~Or maybe all prisons are dank and full of earth worms.~ she mused and paced around.
A squawking outside her cell caught the princess's attention as a mamluck entered, carrying a cage with a brightly colored Iago. "Lemmi outta here! Look, you guys are always losing body parts, I can get yaw a great deal with a mortician!" he rattled the bars and pulled at them. "Just let me go!"
The mamluck completely ignored him and opened the door to Jasmine's cell, throwing the bird inside. Jasmine reached out and caught the cage, holding the paranoid macaw. "Whew, princess. I thought they were gonna throw me in with the alligators or something."
Jasmine smiled down at Iago and set him on the floor, picking up the lock on the cage and inspecting it. "I'm glad to see you too Iago. Did you see Aladdin while they brought you down here?" she cursed mentally. Though Aladdin had taught her her basics of thievery, she was no lock pick. And she doubted a rock would ruin any of Mozenrath's devices.
"Sorry princess, didn't see the kid. But did you get a load of that nymph fella? I'd say Mozenrath's found a boyfriend."
"Nymph? I thought all nymphs were female?" Jasmine asked. The parrot, as always, was a well of information, and she was willing to listen.
"Well...they are. Which probably explains why he's sticking around with the wiz-kid. You can take the nymph outta Greece, but you can't take..."
"Iago!"
"Okay okay! Ya see nymphs typically aren't born, they just sort of appear. Their natural spirits of the purest kind. I can't remember ever hearing about a male nymph! Randri must be the only one of his kind. See, as spirits of nature, nymphs are an embodiment of the most natural thing in the world. Sex." Iago broke off the explanation, looking to see how the royal woman would react. Her eyes didn't even shift. " Well, their known for stealing nearly any man that catches their fancy and refusing to let him go. Prolific little things. Have swarms of children around, but none of them are ever nymphs, just heros and maybe a sorceress here and there."
"So Randri is the first born nymph. Then who were the parents?" Jasmine asked
"Beats me. Doubt if even the nymph who bore him knows. They don't exactly keep careful track of their lovers." Iago "My guess is, the father was a pretty powerful sorcerer of some kind, which would also explained Randri's attraction to Mozenrath." Iago stuck out his tongue. "I know nothing else does."
"But why would a nature spirit help to destroy. Doesn't that go against their very purpose?"
"Yeah, but Randri isn't pure nymph remember, only half nymph." Iago thought about it. "He can ignore certain parts of his being I guess."
"But still...how did Mozenrath come across him...."
"Who cares! But the two 'lovers' are up there right now rearranging the palace!" Iago shouted in his rancorous voice.
"I know that Iago! But Mozenrath melted the lock to the doors so I can't even use my hair pin to pick it." Jasmine threw up her hands in disgust. Her own palace and she had no clue how to escape it.
"Well you better figure it out soon. This cage is making my wings cramp."
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Randri smiled as he watched Mozenrath sitting on the royal throne of Agrabah. After all this time, he'd finally found someone worth of his attentions. All those whimpering little girls of Greece, begging him with doe eyes and spread legs to take them. He'd never felt any desire for their submissive little forms and over willing bodies. His mother must have tried to marry him off a hundred times, even though she knew he could never be happy with a wife.
~But then you popped up my exotic desert cobra.~ Randri grinned happily. Ever since that dark, forbidding sorcerer had traveled to the Pindus mountains to seek the Gem of Gaia, Randri had been enamored with him. In the end, Mozenrath had left without the jewel, but with a more precious treasure then he possibly could have imagined.
~And now he's all mine.~ Randri hummed. ~Or perhaps I'm all his. Who can tell with love.~ A thrilling sensation washed over him and he touched Mozenrath's beloved hand, letting the feeling pull him in.
Mozenrath caught the nymphs look and turned his full attention to his companion. "Is there something you wanted?" he asked.
"Oh nothing more than the usual." Randri slunk up to the throne seductively.
"Which is all you ever seem to want." Mozenrath gestured and Randri allowed himself to be pulled into the tall man's lap. "I swear, is there no one who can keep up with your habits?"
"None but you." Randri promised and pulled Mozenrath's face ford, pressing their lips tightly together. Mozenrath ran his hand along the nymph's back and over his neck, pushing them closer as their tongue tangled inside. Randri let his fingers wander with feather light touches over Mozenrath's chest, stimulating the different nerves and allowing them to warm under his touch. He felt Mozenrath's muscles relax and ran his hands up under the turban, tossing it off and exposing the thick ebony locks of hair underneath.
Mozenrath began to undo the clasp the held Randri's cloak on, only to have the nymph's hand stay him. "Perhaps you haven't noticed m'love, but we're in the throne room."
Mozenrath flipped the lock on the clasp, pulling it aside. "And your point. In case you haven't noticed, this palace is devoid of anyone who might care."
Randri laughed, his voice echoing in the marble room. "Still, show some control." he rubbed his thigh against Mozenrath's and was rewarded with a low groan. "Of course for you that might be a stretch."
Mozenrath grabbed Randri's thighs and pulled him in close, grinding his growing hardness on the outside of the clothing. "As though you have any sort of composure once we're alone together. Your worse then I am you over grown pixie."
The nymph spun around and gave a playful slap. "Street magician! I certainly didn't hear any complaints from you last time."
"It's hard to complain with something that big in your mouth." Mozenrath muttered under his breath and received a dirty glare from Randri. He looked as though about to deliver a withering retort just as one of the mamlucks walked in and began miming something. "What is it?" He yelled at the mute creature. The mamluck gestured in frustration towards the rooms section of the palace. "You've broken through to Jafar's lab." he interpreted.
Randri scoffed in anger as he was rapidly shoved to the side and Mozenrath followed the green zombi. Moving a stray curl of white hair from his finely featured face, he gritted his teeth together and gave a low snarl. "How dare he. After all I've done for him!" A dark, feral noise escaped the nymphs mouth as the canines enlarged and his eyes began to glow eerily.
It wasn't as though he asked for so much. Just a little affection now and then. But sometimes that damn sorcerer got so caught up in his business he'd completely forget that Randri existed. And when he did return from whatever he'd been doing, the attention became very aggressive and dominating. Not that he didn't enjoy the spontaneous, slightly rough handling, but it could also be very irritating.
~Perhaps it's time I showed Mozenrath just how good he could really be.~ Randri wondered to himself. The sorcerer had the potent ional to be a magnificent lover, if only he could learn a bit more than just animal rutting! It was a down right blasphemy for someone as succulent as Mozenrath to have learned nothing more then the simple in and out motions of sex. A slow, mischievous smile crept over Randri's face. ~And what better time than tonight!~ He practically skipped off towards the royal bedchambers, his mind already planning what he had in store.