"Well, well well." Mirage grinned, her ears curling into little horns against her head. "The pretty princess of Agrabah, naked, trapped, and at my disposal." She leaned in close, the faint odor of sandalwood wafting into Jasmine's nose. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

Jasmine gasped as a claw drew down her side, drawing just the thinnest trail of blood like a paper cut. "Whatever your plan is Mirage, forget it!" she felt stupid in a way, naked and trying to find a way to defend herself. "Mozenrath will not escape justice, and neither will you one day!"

"Is that an offer?" The cat goddess laughed gleefully as Jasmine's dark cheeks blushed. "I must say if your judgment of crimes against Agrabah is so particular, I may just allow myself to be captured." With a sudden ferocity, Mirage clasped onto Jasmine's lips and held them tightly in her own, pushing her little tongue into the Sultana's surprised mouth. Jasmine was at a loss for words, Mirage's kiss was not what one would have expected, the rancid odor of tuna. Instead it was as warm and desiring as her own, the soft touch of fur against her cheeks was even, comforting.

Mirage pulled back, her malevolent green eyes lowered in that odd feline mask of happiness. "I have a bargain for you princess." She murmured. "An offer you may find yourself unable to refuse." She took Jasmine by the wrist and yanked her inside the sphinxes waiting doors, pushing her into the plush world of an Egyptian tomb. They went through the corridors at a fast pace, Jasmine covering her breasts with a strange and sudden humility, unwell to be bared in front of this wanton woman.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded and was given a quick hiss in reply. Mirage finally stopped at a golden gilded door, and with a smile drew it open. It was obviously Mirage's personal bedroom, lavishly decorated in ivory and crimson, gold highlighted the walls and little oil lamps made the place a stark contrast compared to the rest of her sanctum. She backed away, more than a little afraid. Mirage let her, knowing she couldn't escape.

"Join me." Mirage whispered in a sultry voice. "One night of pleasure Jasmine…one little night submitting to my whims. And I'll give you just what you need to control Mozenrath."

Jasmine started, her mouth opening in question. "What?"

Mirage leaned in, running her long fingers in the rich black hair. With a flick of her wrist a small vial appeared, filled to the brim with some strange purple liquid. "See this?" she asked. "This is made from the very blood that flows through Hathor, goddess of physical pleasure in my homeland." She swirled it around, letting the tight play with it. Jasmine blinked back as the purple shadow cast over her features. "Just a few drops and Mozenrath will be seized by an unbridled, insatiable lust."

"A love spell?" Jasmine whispered.

Mirage sneered. "Oh please, as if I could make something that blasé! It's simple lust only magnified."

"I don't see what good that will do. It'll wear off sooner or later, or worse, make him an uncontrollable sex maniac." Jasmine almost giggled, the picture was funny. Mozenrath, leg splayed, a creature of pure passion.

If possible, Mirage's grin became more devious. "That's not all princess. The one who takes him will have complete and total dominance." She stood up straight. "There are stipulations of course, it will only work for one, so you'll have to choose which one of you will be his master. And in order for the spell to take effect…" Mirage stressed the next words. "You must make him climax. Do not allow him to hold off or fake."

Jasmine gingerly reached out to take it, then jerked her hand back. "All this…for one night with me?" she felt flattered in an off handed manner. "Why?"

"Because someone needs to teach that upstart some respect. He waltzes around the seven deserts like he is going to rule them some day!" Mirage growled. "I won't have it, not at all."

"Then why not just give me the potion if it's that important?" Jasmine was cornered with those emerald eyes, transfixing her to the spot.

"Because Jasmine, I am immortal. And my kind can not give gifts without receiving them" Mirage gave a cruel chuckle. "I could have you sacrifice a black lamb and gorge it's raw flesh."

Jasmine recoiled and shook her head. She looked from Mirage, to the bedroom, then back again. "One night…" she whispered, and her body tingled. Again, from the bedroom, to Mirage. And onto the vial. "Wait…how do I know it even works? You could be giving me pomegranate juice for all I know."

"Care to test it?" Mirage grabbed her again, popping the cork and letting just one drop fall onto Jasmine's skin. "How do you feel?" she smirked.

At first, Jasmine felt nothing, not even the drop on her hand. Then, spreading like a strange sickness there came a cold against her palm. It touched down her wrists and shoulders, down her chest, where her nipples now stood proud and waiting. It trickled down her stomach but stopped just above her navel, swirling and dissipating. She gulped and held the wall for support. It was the familiar sensation of need alright. She looked at Mirage.

"And that is just one drop. Four or five right down his throat and Mozenrath will slit his own testicals off just to have you slap him!"

Jasmine debated, it was cruel, it was inhumane.

And so was Mozenrath.

She reached out and took Mirage's shoulder. Slowly she faced the cat woman, her body exposed and aroused, the sparks snapping between their equal needs. "I…I accept your offer." She said, trying to make herself sound strong.

Mirage hummed and set down the vial. "I thought so." Mirage reached forward and grasped Jasmine by the hair, forcing her forward onto soft, silken fur lips. The kiss was pushed down with near bruising force, and Jasmine melted into it, the little drop of potion inflaming her own deep desire. Mirage's tongue slid past her mouth, surprising her with it's rough, grating texture. Just as she felt Mirage slip a hand round her waist, the hard shape of the vial pressed into her hand.

"What? I don't…" Jasmine looked at Mirage. "I don't understand."

Mirage straightened herself, gentle pressing down the folds of her dress. "Aladdin is being attacked now princess. We hardly have time for an interlude unless you want him to be fried to a crisp." She fanned out her gorgeous black hair and gave what could almost be a coy look. "Don't worry, I'll come for my payment soon. But for now, you just take care of business." She lifted her hand and the dark green rays of her power surrounded Jasmine.

The world of Morbia faded from view, leaving her within the dark abyss between the worlds for an instant. That cold, unrelenting feeling was replaced with the sharp, sensation of sand and desert air in her lungs. Jasmine look down to see the black sands swirling beneath her feet. She clutched the potion tightly, as if to make sure it was still there.

A sudden blast to her right grabbed her attention. She turned to see the Citadel illuminated with power as the city shook. The battle had begun, and she had to hurry.