Chapter 26
Dance
Yago and Rose played long, and every game, short and fast, was full of laughter and laughter. She would never have expected Yago to be such a narrator. He told her a lot of what was going on in the palace, who was bothering him, and who would give him something good sometimes. He also knew a lot of people in Agrabah, whom he had encountered on his errands he secretly handled for Jafar.
"Did you really want to kidnap you?" Rose asked, biting her lower lip so she did not start laughing.
Yago started nodding in a ridiculous manner.
"Jafarrr sent me to Arashi, he was a merchant who made his way to the city from the island north across the sea, wanted him ..." he paused a bit because he did not want to reveal everything, "something he wanted, such a little crap and once he found out he was here, I had to fly again, but he threw me like a raptor on me and he wanted to bind me a beak. "
Rose skeptically looked at the red ball in front of her. The perfect predator? She cleared her throat, struggled to crawl the corners, and as soon as she stopped paying attention, the bird pushed his paw figure into another field and looked very discreetly.
"So he wanted to steal you?"
"Neee, he wanted to invite me to the diner, sure he wanted to steal me, and then sell someone, so I bit his finger."
Rose stopped laughing.
"Finger?"
"Yeah, surely he'll remember it."
And so it went on, the story alternated the story until both were exhausted and Rose did not lie on her side first and then she did not. Yago scrolled through several figures, and when he was satisfied with the result, he knelt down to her, clinging to her breasts, and making a good sleep.
Yago was cunning and cuddly, but he did not know about it for a long time; it was only necessary to find the right person to understand, of course except for Jafar, he had an irreplaceable place, but unfortunately he could not.
Rose muttered something from her sleep and wrapped her arm around the parrot as if it were a hairy, stuffy stuffed cloth.
JAFAR POV
The whole afternoon, the slaves who were under the stretchers, who reminded them of the sliding walls, which were once flattering, were weirdly laughing at each other. The girl was alone in the stretcher, what could she laugh at? Perhaps something was wrong with her.
One of the blacks was severely embarrassed. If it straightens up after this, it will be a miracle.
A few hours later the slaves could finally rest and lay the litter in the grass that replaced the desert.
Blacks reluctantly left the damn thing and fled to the pond.
There was no one to wake the sweetly sleeping couple in the booth.
Jafar dismounted from his horse and patted his throat. Poor Hasan was sweated by that tormented heat, and he led him to the shade in the shade, then gave orders to build tents, this time closer to each other, for this oasis was full of places and slow.
The bishop looked around, but one did not sit there. He did not see Rose anywhere. Finally, his low-backed eyes clashed with lonely stretchers.
Could she still be there?
The tall, slim figure went straight to them.
Jafar slowly opened the door and gave him an interesting look.
He felt a slight sting inside his chest, focusing on Yago as he stooped at the warm female body, and did not mind the fact that he was almost inundated with his extraordinary parts.
They both slept hard.
The bishop was jealous, Yago was his parrot, his accomplice, his servant, and chiefly the confidant. He was rather frightened by the thought of opening a beak in front of her, and he could tell her important to say, but above all it was YOU.
Jafar stretched out and wanted to separate Rose with one hand from Rose, but as soon as he was playing, he grabbed him from his sleep and wrapped her around like a squid grip around her.
"But Mom, for half an hour, I do not want to go to school yet ..." she murmured.
The bastard pulled her hand out of her, awakening her, and the girl slept her eyes sleepily as he grabbed his parrot, pulled him to himself, and carried him under his arm as though he were a hen.
Rose tried to recover and focus on the figure that had moved away from her.
She did not understand what had happened.
"Jafar, let me go, I did not mean that, really, I just got a little out of it ... that's all, you should have a little rest on your face ..." the ara protested until his master threatened to look at him.
"You look good," the parrot licked, and if he could, he would still cringe.
Jafar inhaled his nose, nobody would take his stuff.
"SILENT!" He growled sharply, and Yago was silent.
ROSE POV
Rose wandered around the new camp and watched curiously the people who camped here. This oasis was bigger than the previous one, and there were also many more people. She could not move to stop the tent, the camel, the guards or the laughing children.
There were several large families here. In one car, the fabrics of fabrics in another saw the wood and statuettes. There was also a group of men who did not look very friendly but their guards did not.
Rose slowly walked to the corral with the animals that had a bag on her neck tied to what they were eating.
Most of the camels were lying on the ground, but some still stood and one spit on her.
"The beast!" She snarled at him, shaking her fist, "not to end in a pot."
Does she have a camel here at all? Rose was thinking, at home in one market too
tasted the ostrich.
With a sigh, she leaned against the wooden fence that had been built for the traveler, listening to the distant music that mingled with the rumbling of the palm and undergrowth.
The quieter evening air reassured her, fortunately, despite the long nicknames of winter, it was not as cold as a silk dress. Suddenly a high shadow appeared beside her, and she almost got a heart attack.
"Here you are, where is your guard?" Jafar's stern gaze slammed into her.
Hmm, he's in a bad mood, she thought.
Okay, not only did she get rid of Bahadur, but now she's going to be walking on his heels. Can not he have peace and privacy for a while?
She sighed and turned to him, the ruby in his turban glowing bloodily. What did she want?
"What do you want me to do?" Her answer was brazen, and he stared at her.
"I oversee your safety knowingly," he replied blandly with her stoic calm, "besides, there are a few people who look suspicious."
"Oh, you do not like your Majesty? Everyone except you? "The girl sneered.
Jafar growled and had to control himself not to catch her, not to smile with her, but instead smiled, the frost on her back and the hair on her hands.
"I do not like your daring, be careful, I could send you to Ramses as a little evening present," a sweet poison dripped from his voice.
"Calmly, but in the morning you'll find just a corpse there," she said, her hands on her hips.
"I have no doubt about that," Jafar's face twisted a sour grin, waved his hand, and looked around for no one else at the fence, fortunately the animals were just behind the tents and nobody cared about them.
Then his rod grew green, and eight of his mighty snakes were separated from her end.
Rose confused herself.
"What is it?" She frightened and backed to the fence where her back pressed against the board.
She was staring at those magical creatures. A meter long snakes over which it was visible, or rather over their half of the body that was in the sand. They had a bright green skin, and a white moon shone from their scales, surrounding them with a poisonous green aura like his staff, until Jafar had flipped his fingers, and they did not fully see until Rose knew where they were.
"What does that mean?" She breathed.
"The Rangers, useful helpers who will watch the camp."
Rose stared at the sand, which began to widen from several places as the snakes crawled to their positions around the oasis. No one could see them, and when they waved, the sand broke but it could be attributed to the desert wind.
Rose rushed through the goose skin.
"You're not afraid," the wizard teased her with slightly curled lips, probably having fun with her fear, but really funny Jafar, what would you say to a scorpion in bed?
"What? A pair of laces in the sand? "She snorted, her breath slowing.
"Come with me, Rose, I have a small task for you," he turned and did not expect to follow him, he considered it to be a matter of course, this hateful behavior hated him, he felt like his slave, but wait until he was back in the palace he has to rely on him.
Rose peeled off the fence and took a few steps when the camel spathed again.
The blonde turned sharply, "HEY!"
ROSE POV
As soon as Rose walked past his benefactor into his tent, she immediately knew that something was wrong.
On the side were two musicians who tuned the instruments and several silk pads were blown on the other side. What's going to happen here? Any session? Festival? Lecture? Teambuilding?
Jafar stopped at a low table with two cups and a clay decanter.
"But Jafar, you did not have to," Rose said with excitement that she had arranged for her, perhaps because she was not as bad as she thought and could do something nice for others.
Wine and they could bring some good, and her evening was completely different.
But when he turned to her, he had such a peculiar look, which struck her in half a step.
"T ... that's not for me, is not it?" She shook her head, and he did the same.
Rose's lips curved in the early enthusiasm down the arc. How could she think she would make her a nice evening.
Yeah, trust the guys and hope for the worst. Oh no.
"Go ahead to call you," he said strictly to the two men who put down the tools and to clear the tent.
Jafar then crossed to the small wooden box at his bed where he valued the greatest treasure and patrolled his claws. The lock shone with a bright green light and opened.
The bishop bent down and removed one card from her.
Rose watched her with her hands on her hips, disappointing in her eyes, she was more overwhelmed.
"What are we going to do with it?"
"Nothing is wrong with you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, giving her one of her complacent looks until she felt like a complete fool, but no, she had not thought of her, and she did not see exactly what card she had in her fingers.
"Do I argue? Hmm ... Are we going to make a trip on the carpet? "She tried randomly, and Jafar rolled his eyes.
"No."
"We'll kill somebody and fly off to the carpet and pop it somewhere in the desert." She tried to pull out another option and hit her hand with her fist.
Jafar sighed, her bloodshots snapping at him and having fun at the same time.
He walked to the table and muttered the appropriate formula. The card turned into sand and rolled into a cup on the table.
If you want to poison me, you're not going to make a mistake, and I'm not going to strip it, Rose thought insultingly.
"What do you want me to do?" And when Jafar turned around, he put his fingers in the cloak, which he did not like at all, reminded of the monsters just before they told you that they no longer needed you and there were two hunters waiting for you with a garbage bag.
Rose stood there in that black robe, and Jafar smiled shyly like a cat over a trapped mouse. This was not good at all. Rose escapes.
But the smile did not belong to the man who entered the tent.
"I welcome you the supreme high priest. I'm honored to have accepted my invitation to a little Arabian wine, "he ignored, pushing aside as if he were just a little girl, and gestured to the leopard-pleated ballet to sit at the table.
"After such a busy day, it's a nice change to a dear visor," Ramses nodded, accepting the place on the pillows.
They both sat there, settled and exchanged the necessary politeness.
Rose stopped talking, stood there like a hard Y, perhaps she did not have to attend. It was a terrible bore. God, maybe she'd have Jafara twisted her neck and rather stayed with spitting camels, you could not compete with him.
She was already spinning that bored when Jafar raised his voice.
"One of my exotic slaves will be dancing to this nice evening. Rose turned swiftly and did not trust her ears.
What did he say? That he should dance to them? Are you serious? Was that what he wanted her to do? Slave? JAFAR! WHAT?
She gingerly pointed at herself with a dumb gesture and shook her head, not wanting to be embarrassed.
But the bishop did not take it into consideration at all.
Rose has whispered, not only that her legs are broken, but she will still wrinkle from some harem fagot?
Vrrr ... the prospect of one's torture was not so bad ...
Before she was afraid, the burglar clapped in and the musicians came in and took their seats.
Jafar stroked his adjusted beard and waited for Rose to stand still, trying to provoke her. "Take off and dance," he ordered, waving his hand into the room.
Her gaze could kill, not only that she was ashamed but she could not have any Arabic dances. Will it be enough if it just wiggles like a worm on a hook? No, she does not want to be embarrassed by his fun, she has a pretty distinctive body, she can shake her hips. Just wait.
The music began to play and Rose picked up the hijab and revealed what she had under him.
Let the high priest be engaged in a conversation, but he looked after her like Jafar.
Rose wore a dark blue beaded bra and a long skirt sitting on her hips.
She smiled deliciously, pushing her skirt out of her skirt to show her slender leg and blinking defiantly.
Now it will be seen if Jafar thought he would have fun on her account, so he would make him jealous, maybe he would.
The blonde played her delicate, shiny hair and did not mind the fact that the musicians were looking at her ass.
The music played, and she began to gently move her hips from side to side, occasionally slightly bending her head to reveal her swan's neck and shut off the firm bosom that pressed against her bra.
She tried to imitate Shakira, whom she had watched as a teenager in her clips, to see if it would prove successful.
JAFAR POV
Jafar sat next to the Grand Master and offered him a charming cup. He was filled with tea, because he needed to get that guy, where the particular thing he wants is the Ramses pyramid. He could not afford to lie to him, and he wanted to insure himself. He did not dare to use his magic, he heard much about the Egyptian spells, and that he was used by men like the high priest, so he did not even try it, but this little lie could go through it, but he did not count on the performance of his companion.
"Let's get on this beautiful evening," the biscuit raised the cup to thank him.
"Let Horus give us for years," the high priest said, until his face shone. But as he drank, his lips twitched.
"This is not wine," he frowned intently.
"Forgive us in our land, before every sacred supper, to drink this tea," Jafar said soberly.
The High Priest frowned, he strictly enforced the rules, rites and rituals, and did not want to cause any conflict, but he did not.
"No one offered me a noble vision in your palace."
"That's because it's just the richest ones, thank the gods that you can drink it in my presence," he looked very important, and he smiled in his mind as to how everything was coming to him.
"Oh? Sure, it is a great tribute, "the High Priest bowed slightly, not again.
But when the high priest turned to the dancer, Jafar did not do it and did the same.
What Rose did show was like jumping the native shaman in Africa by the fire. He almost coughed.
Apparently at their time, the dance art was at a terrible level, and instead turned away from disgustingly, it seemed, surprisingly, that the High Priest was impressed.
Jafar pushed his lips impatiently, trying to drag his attention back to himself.
"I hear there are many old monuments in Upper Egypt."
"Yes, our magnificent temples are dedicated to Horus and our father to the great Paradise."
This was exactly what Jafar did not want to say, and with a smile he pressed it: "Tell the high priest, Is your dead well taken care of? Our sand graves are not so durable, your honorable prince was kind enough to tell me how to honor your dead and build great graves for them. "
The man nodded, keeping his eyes out of Rose, who was rolling and attracted his attention.
Jafar had to cough out to break the thread of his thoughts.
"Certainly, embalming is a very important thing for the body to remain intact, it is first taken away by organs, such as a long hook that puts the deceased in his nose and pulls out his brain," he began to illustrate the high priest to demonstrate this disgusting technique.
As a well-educated man, the businessman had already heard, but did not think this was perfectly feasible.
Get rid of the brain size of the human head? Absurd.
The conversation continued until the Grandmaster had at least no idea where the pyramid of Ramses's grandfather actually was. Fortunately, at that time, he finished his tea and was forced to pour his wine, but if he did, the cup would turn the wine into poison, which would not be so much fun.
With an inconspicuous gesture, Rose called, and she obliviously obeyed and strided toward him.
"How is it?" She whispered.
"I need you to confiscate him for a while so I can get rid of that cup," he said to her.
Rose gave him a ghastly smile, "but surely my lord."
To Veiser, such a willingness was the most suspicious, she had first devoured, and now she began to entertain her?
His eyes watched as he walked around the table gracefully, and knelt before him in front of the Grand Duke who had eyes for her and her unforgettable curves.
The blond girl smiled brightly at him, leaning against the desk, putting herself on it
her boobs. His palm leaned his chin lazily and his eyes on him.
"It must be very important to be a Grand Prix, is not it?" The girl asked, her forehead and the forefinger of her second hand balding the knee.
Rose quite enjoyed trying to make that eunuch and see his greedy look. So wait for greed? She stopped.
When she remembered Bark, he never looked at her like that, all he did was talk to her with that thin voice and blush.
Was this man an eunuch at all? According to what he began to lift the leopard, he probably did not. Damn.
Rose kept distanc and smiled with an American smile as he spoke and began to praise himself.
Bla, blah, blah. In one ear and out the other.
Jafar took the card out of the cup and poured the wine into his hand, which he pushed toward the man beside him.
But Rose wanted to avenge Jafar for what he had prepared for her, and even as she danced around them, she attracted the attention of Grandfather. He even offered her her wine, and she accepted him and drank.
She had dried up in her throat, screaming and shrieking, and she drank almost half to drink, because she expected nothing else to drink for the job.
One red drop escaped from her lips and slashed her throat almost between her breasts, drawing the attention of both men.
While the high priest had nearly drowned, Jafar threw murmuring glance at him as if he had spoiled his banquet.
Another hour later, Jafar had to do to get rid of the balm, because he drank quite a bit and did not want to get out while Rose was looking at him.
Her wrapped cerebellus distracted Jafar, but she did not realize that if she nodded, she would end up involuntarily at the priest's leopard tent tent in her head and legs apart.
The bishop escorted the ballerina out, and she waved him well.
As soon as Jafar returned, he did not have a false smile on his lips, but it was a great deal of something that did not look like a smile at all.
"Out," he whispered to the musicians, they pounded the last bitter tone, and cleared the field.
Rose screamed in her head for her non-existent melody until a dark, dark figure looking at her was caught in her field of vision.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Jafar asked, his shadow casting a large outline on the wall of the tent.
Rose simply shrugged her shoulders and stepped back from him, her hands moving, "like? I did what you wanted, "she turned slowly around her axis and gave him one of her ghastly smirks as if she said, you did not want to complain.
The burglar growled something.
Rose was pleased with his annoyance, her plan worked exactly as she wanted, and now she's going up with her head up, so she went for her hijab that rolled on the ground.
"I'm still talking to you, do not turn your back on me," Jafar's ego did not let it go. He was a lord of the world or not? Big Vizier, a powerful wizard.
Rose put his hand around his wrist and squeezed firmly. He turned it to himself and looked like a demon. Probably seriously provoked him and what now with the attacking cobra? That another dance?
"I'm not turning around, just taking things and leaving," she said as if nothing had happened.
Vizier's stance changed, she did not know how she felt it. She froze her, or it was the hand that nudged her in her hair and squeezed as she kissed her unexpectedly.
Rose frowned, but she was silenced by the gust of desire that flowed through her body, not just hers. Her heart exploded as if it were replacing an old pump with a new one. It was so sudden that her head was tangled.
Jafar what are you doing ?! Are you crazy?
Rose inhaled her nose and squeezed in between her hands, denying her chest. But he did not let it, or more, his fingers gripped in the iron push around her blond hair like a lion's paw. She could not move, she could not push him off.
This sudden, passionate action frightened her and made her uneasy. Did he fool around now that she was so seductive? Who would say he has such an influence on him?
Rose had the feeling that she could not get a good breath, did not she bother her? And it was even worse, because he penetrated his tongue into her mouth and prepared her for thoughts of defiance. He stuffed them, subdued, and felt like melting like butter in the hot sun. Certainly it could be a damn wine.
It was not good, could it be that he would allow it and what then? He will no longer be inaccessible to him, and he will allow her to do so and make her worse.
She tried to push him away from him in panic, and he breathed it warmly. At one point Jafar kissed her, and in the second she let her go, she kept her balance and fell into the soft pillows next to the table.
She allowed two sudden breaths that cooled her lungs and began to rise on her elbows.
Suddenly he shielded her shadow, which came closer, and she looked up at him.
In Jafar's black dolls, which faded like charcoal in the fire, she saw herself as a frightened animal.
Maybe she really went too far. How about this situation? Will he beat him with a pillow? Will he grab his own stick and hit him?
"Is this the way it goes here? If you want to marry a woman with violence? "She shrieked angrily at him for some time, but she was quick to kneel down to her, and his hands flicked over her.
Jafar pressed her body to the ground, who said he was so heavy?
"When I want? Yes, do not forget that I can have anything I want, "she was so close, she felt the words whistling in her face.
She frowned at him, and she did not like her at all, let alone what he said.
"You're doing too much of Rose, I warn you, do not try someone like me, you might be extinguished," he warned, looking at her body with interest.
Rose swallowed dry, her faces burning, and she had to go crazy because she wanted to. Jafar was all but subtle, and when he wanted something, he could do anything for it and she liked it, she always admired these attributes in others. Yes, he was frightened by her harsh behavior, but it did not change the fact that he would not cringe like that poor animal and not give him the sense of power.
Something pushed her to her thigh, and when she realized what it was, she blushed to the roots of her hair, and another wave of urgent urge overflowed like a tsunami over her.
"You're going too far," she snapped, shuddering beneath him.
God, what's wrong with her? Did she really want to get his clothes off and give up? Just take off your bra and wave it like a white banner? Why did she attract her so much? And when did she realize she was attracting her?
That temptation, that little devil in her was in doubt. Was she a good or bad girl? Probably bad when she worked for a bad boy but she did not get spoiled.
"Jafar ..." she whistled tremulously as she whistled even more. The fabric of his garment was copying his body, which made her nervous. It was the familiar jingle, and she waited tensely for what was going to happen.
The man bending over her breathed quickly, his eyes hurrying, and the dark shadow still there was waiting. Jafar tried to control his excitement, for if there was still a moment, there would be no way back.
The Vizier did not remember the last time he felt such a desire, such a lust for the woman that he had forced him to do so, and the last time he felt so ... LIVE as it is now. His male nature told him to get his hands full of what he meant. And yet he betrayed something. One kiss was not enough for him, he wanted her, he wanted the stranger who lay lying beneath him.
It was so impulsive and natural.
He tried to resist it, trying to say to himself that it was just a feeling that he had no wife for several days. Yes it must have been. Definitely and he will resist it.
Eventually, he managed to control himself and tore away from her so that she could disappear before his taste returned and would be even more unbearable.
"Go!" He told her sharply, as if he did not know when the ghostly urge to throw her and love her would once again take over his body. Resistance, however, was incredibly difficult. Her long hair, like golden threads, stretched out onto the dark pillow fabric, and her snow-white skin made him think how he tasted.
Rose stared at him, wondering for a moment, not knowing what to do. What was his head chasing?
"Go on, now!" He repeated through his teeth.
The blonde was really confused now, first she'd have her skirt pulled up here, and she did not ask for anything and now sends her away for no reason?
Above Rose rose the little devil in her body. She decided at the moment, at this moment, to remove the forbidden apple from the Garden of Eden. Perhaps it was outrageous, perhaps out of boredom, but also from the desire he awoke in her. She got up and, instead of frightening away, she reached out to Jafar and kissed him.
You literally said it.
She grabbed at him and pressed against his lips, and the man's beard rolled her chin. He did not protest. Maybe she was overwhelmed by her dignity, but excitement took control of his thought as a murderous instinct over the beast.
Rose had an irritating feeling that she had gotten it, but it was really just a feeling. Jafar was a man who might have allowed her such a foolish act, but she signed her own judgment.
The bastard had her own body again pulled down under herself until she moaned, and subjected him to resist. Jafar's complacency did not know the limits. First he made it impossible for him to escape and then took control of their kiss.
He studied hunger every bit of sweet-smelling sweet-smelling mouthful of wine and wine. Refreshing.
The man's fingers began to crawl down her body like grapevine, touching the hot exposed skin on her hips as if admiring the most beautiful porcelain painted.
He wanted to capture the beauty. Hold her.
Everything, however, thwarted the unmistakable sound of waving wings.
Both of them froze in their position.
Yago flew into the tent, and seeing what his master was doing there, he almost missed the plank and scattered about the wall of the tent. Fortunately, he was able to turn and swirl and land in that small space.
"What the hell is he?" He began to ask, but it was Jafar on his feet, and Rose too.
"Nothing, I fell," she murmured, quickly grabbing her stuff, and running out of the tent as if they were sneaking her through the forks.
"Jooo has fallen."
Yago had a bad look from his benefactor.
"What have I done?" He spread his wings as if shrugging his shoulders.
"Nothing," Jafar snarled, and after this great actor's piece he began to get ready for the bed.
Perhaps Yago had good timing, he thought. His body ceased to be disturbed like a sea and calmed down in a mild tide. If he did not, he would have given up the temptation.
But after he fell asleep, he wondered about the sinful kiss the girl gave him when he decided to let her go. Is it possible she would want it just like him?
No, as much as he does not.
So there's a good double dose of fun :-)
This is a little breakthrough situation, we've moved a bit further, but we'll see which one of the two will do that has not happened. They will probably walk around like a deluded Dutch in the morning: D
But Yago had the lead word if he understood what was happening between them.
In the next chapter, let's jump a bit and finally get to the pyramid, are you looking forward to the Ramses adventure?
A little tightening, danger, dust, mummies and ... let's surprise :-)