This contains lesbian erotic content and hints of incest. So if that disturbs you, don't continue reading. Also bear in mind that this is all fiction and nothing to be taken seriously.
A loud fanfare announced the arrival of Princess Jasmine to DunBroch castle. At the entryway to the gate stood the queen of DunBroch, Elinor, to welcome their guest.
"Princess Jasmine," she said and curtsied. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Can't a princess just come say hi to her neighbors once in a while without an occasion?" Jasmine said in an energetic tone.
She certainly wasn't there to talk to Elinor. Merida had warned her about her. No, Jasmine was on a mission. She needed to somehow seduce the king of DunBroch and make him change the marriage laws of the kingdom so that Merida could marry her mysterious maid. Although Jasmine couldn't help but notice that it was clear to see wherefrom Merida got her beauty. Elinor was a mature, elegant and stunning woman.
"Certainly. Come in," Elinor said and opened the door for Jasmine. "We are jist about to start dinner. Do ye care to join us?"
"I would love to," Jasmine said and smiled sweetly.
Elinor led Jasmine to a great hall where a long wooden dining table stood in the center with all kinds of culinary goodies displayed. At one side sat three young boys, seemingly triplets, and ate off their plates. At the other side of the table sat Jasmine's target: The King of DunBroch. He was a very tall, slightly obese, very muscular man with curly red hair. He looked like a real viking. He was in the middle of telling an enthralling story to his sons with a lot of show.
"From nowhere, the biggest bear you've ever seen! His hide littered with the weapons of fallen warriors — his face scarred with one deid eye! I drew mah sword, and…"
Elinor cleared her throat to announce their presence. The King abruptly stopped making his grand arm gestures and sat up straight.
"Elinor! Who is this with you?" he said and looked at Jasmine from top to bottom. He was clearly into her.
"Honestly Fergus, can't you even recognize your own neighbors? This is Princess Jasmine from Agrabah," Elinor said, and Jasmine made an awkward kind of wave at them. The triplets were also looking intensely at her and drooling.
"Och aye, of course," said Fergus unconvincingly. "Welcome to DunBroch."
"Take a seat, dear," Elinor said kindly and turned to the triplets. "Boys, make some room for the princess."
"No!" Jasmine said a little too abruptly. "I mean, I can just sit over here." Jasmine grabbed a chair between Fergus and Elinor who sat at the head of the table. As she sat down, she gave the king a sexy wink. He gulped. Elinor didn't seem to notice though.
"Just take whatever ye want. You are the guest here. My daughter Merida couldn't be here unfortunately. She's probably riding through the glen, firing arrows into the sunset or whatever it is she does," she said and took up a handful of letters that laid in front of her.
Jasmine knew that Merida was in the process of seducing the sultan to make him change the marriage laws in Agrabah just as Jasmine was planning to do to the King of DunBroch.
Jasmine grabbed some plates of different foods and pretended to drop her fork on the floor.
"Oops, I'm so clumsy," she said and giggled innocently before she got up and bend over to pick it up, showing her nice round ass to the dumbfounded king.
Elinor was too absorbed in those letters to notice what was going on as Jasmine kept flirting and blinking her pretty eyes for the extremely uncomfortable King.
"I'd like to hear the rest of that story," Jasmine said.
"Oh yes," Fergus said and coughed slightly. "There I was; one swipe, my sword shattered, then, chomp! My leg was clean aff! Down the monster's throat it went."
"Exciting," Jasmine said and laid her hand on his thigh under the table.
"Mor'du has never been seen since. And he's roaming the wild, awaiting his chance fur revenge. Ah say, let him come! I'll finish what I gobbled in the first place," he said and puffed out his chest.
"You must be very brave," Jasmine said seductively and moved her hand further up his leg till she got to his crotch. She could feel his giant cock. Oh boy, he was excited! It was hard as a brick. Outside his trousers, she slowly stroked it while looking deeply into his eyes. He flinched a little but tried to keep a straight face. Jasmine smiled at his trouble not to start panting.
"Fergus, they've all accepted," Elinor suddenly said.
"Who's accepted what?" Jasmine said curiously while still jerking Fergus off under the table.
Elinor turned to the triplets. "Boys, you are excused."
The young boys grabbed a few pies and made their exit.
"The lords are presenting their sons as suitors for my daughter's betrothal. The clans hae accepted! This year each clan will present a suitor to compete in the games for her hand," Elinor explained enthusiastically.
"And as a princess she's just supposed to do what she's told?" Jasmine said, her hand still groping at Fergus' knob. He was now making strained grimaces.
"It's what she's bin preparing fur her whole life," Elinor argued.
"Well, it's what you've been preparing her for her whole life," Jasmine said. She was getting a bit exasperated, and thus the hand-job got a lot more aggressive.
Elinor clearly found Jasmine's comments very rude and was about to say something, but Fergus interrupted her by saying "holy shit" under his breath while he held tightly onto the tablecloth.
"What's the matter, Fergus?" Elinor asked.
"N… naethin," he managed to say. "This pheasant is just pure guid."
"Well, I would sure hope so. You killed it yerself, didn't ye?"
"Ngghn," was all he managed to let out.
"I meant no disrespect," Jasmine quickly noted to Elinor. "Who marries your daughter is none of my business."
"No matter," Elinor said and ate some vegetables.
"Do you mind if I go powder my nose?" Jasmine said and removed her hand, making Fergus take a deep relieved breath.
"No, of course," Elinor said, and Jasmine grabbed a napkin and went to the bathroom.
In her purse, she found her lipstick, and with her prettiest handwriting, she wrote: "meet me in Merida's room at 9" on the napkin and made little hearts over the i's.
Once she got back, everyone seemed close to being done with their food. Jasmine sat down beside Fergus again and discreetly placed the napkin on his finished plate. He looked at it and smirked. Jasmine winked at him once again before she turned her head to the queen again.
"I want to thank you for a lovely meal," she said politely.
"You're welcome. It's always braw to have visitors," Elinor said and wiped her mouth. "Right, Fergus?"
Fergus looked like he was daydreaming about something. Jasmine thought she knew what it was. "Errr, yes! Certainly."
"Is it okay if I stay and look around?" Jasmine asked. "I haven't visited this castle a lot."
"I don't see wa not," Elinor said and stood up.
Jasmine used the next hour or so walking the empty corridors of the massive castle and looking at the paintings and the different embellishments, but she was really just waiting for the clock to strike 9 so she could fuck that muscular king until he would agree to her conditions.
Finally, it was time and she found her way to Merida's room. She took a deep breath before she opened the door slowly and looked in.
"Oh, fuck…" she said.
There was no Fergus, but Elinor stood by the bed with her hands on her hips and the napkin with the lipstick on between her fingers.
"You know, I always value myself on the way I raise my children, and especially how I teach my daughter to be a good and respectful princess, but it's funay, it turns out the standard isn't that high when other princesses are walking around being disgusting fucking whores."
"I'll just let myself out," Jasmine said embarrassed and was about to turn around, but Elinor walked to the door and closed it shut behind her.
"Nono, first I have to punish you for being a bad girl. Get on your knees on the bed."
"But I-" Jasmine protested.
"Now!" Elinor bellowed, and Jasmine got on the bed terrified out of her mind.
Elinor sat behind her and pushed her back forward gently.
"Bend over. Stick that ass up."
Obediently, Jasmine lowered her head until it rested on a pillow and her arse proudly offered itself to the Queen. Elinor spanked her hard on the outside of her sky blue pants and Jasmine whimpered. "Don't-", SMACK, "fucking-", SMACK, "try to-", SMACK, "seduce-", SMACK, "-my husband."
Jasmine flinched and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the mattress. Elinor was really strong, and she didn't hold back with her blows.
Elinor leaned over Jasmine's back. "You understand?"
"I won't do it again," Jasmine said submissively.
"Oh, you won't do it again?" Elinor said quietly, almost whispering.
"No." Jasmine had never been more scared.
"What are you not going to do?"
"Seduce your husband."
"Because what are you?" Elinor said as she began to take down Jasmine's pants, revealing that her ass had red marks all over it.
"A slut," Jasmine said.
"Exactly." Elinor spanked her bare cheeks once more and Jasmine cried out. "Say it."
"I'm a fucking slut!"
"Very good," Elinor said and kept spanking her. Again and again. "Your ass is getting nice and red." SMACK. "Did ye learn your lesson?"
"Yes, I did."
Elinor grabbed Jasmine's hips and pulled her closer. She moved her hands up her slim stomach and grabbed her big tits on the outside of her top. Elinor pulled Jasmine to her, kissing her quite forcefully and letting her tongue slide between her lips. Jasmine was at first shocked but soon responded with her own tongue. They kissed for some time before Elinor broke away.
"I'm sorry," Jasmine said, but Elinor pushed her forward violently.
"You're not fucking sorry. That way you fucking jerked my husband off under the table at dinner, did ye think I was fucking stupid? You are a special kind of whore."
Elinor pulled down Jasmine's panties and teased and pleased every inch of the girl's ripe pussy with her tongue, knowing exactly how to tease the young woman and get her willing to do almost anything to cum. She placed her tongue on her tight little asshole, and Jasmine moaned intensely.
"Touch your pussy. Stick your fingers in that tight little pretty pussy of yours," Elinor said and kept licking on Jasmine's anus. Jasmine reached back with her hand and felt how her own arousal had made her pussy nice and wet. She rubbed roughly on it and the pleasure made her moans louder and louder.
"Cum for me," Elinor said as she kissed the tight little ass. "I wanna taste you."
And Elinor's wish shortly came true as Jasmine orgasmed wildly and her pussy spilled on Merida's bedsheet.
While Jasmine caught her breath, she got an idea. A REALLY terrific idea.
"How about we make a deal?" she said and turned around.
"I beg your pardon?" was Elinor's immediate response.
Jasmine reached forward and grabbed Elinor's throat. She had made a promise to Merida, and if she was to fulfill it, she needed to go all-in, and Elinor seemed to be someone who liked it rough. She looked shocked at Jasmine too, but Jasmine stayed confident and grabbed her tight.
"If I can make you cum in less than 2 minutes, you write back to the lords of those clans and tell them that the betrothal is cancelled."
"I can't. It's an ancient tradition. There woulds be war," Elinor wheezed.
"Then let there be war," Jasmine said coldly and she could tell that Elinor was actually thinking about it.
"Fuck it. Okay then, but it has to be less than tois minutes!"
Jasmine smiled. She didn't underestimate her own skills, but she couldn't help but feel a wave of performance anxiety. It was now or never. She looked at the clock and waited for the second hand to hit 12 while Elinor undressed fully. She looked even better naked than Jasmine could have imagined. Her four kids hadn't made a single trace on her hot body except that her tits were marvelously big.
Elinor spread her legs and showed her nice shaved pussy.
"Okay," Jasmine said and breathed heavily. Elinor was enjoying herself. This young girl couldn't possibly make her cum in less than 2 minutes, although she kind of wanted her to. "2 minutes from now."
Her first touch was delicate and shy. She placed butterfly kisses along the insides of Elinor's thighs. The first touch of her lips on her naked skin sent shivers through Elinor. It was almost an act of worship but Jasmine seemed reluctant to go higher so Elinor spread her legs wider and Jasmine finally accepted the invitation. She was already highly aroused and could smell her musky scent rising. It must have been even more intense from Jasmine's point of view. And then, at last, her lips made contact with her pussy and another more violent shiver went through the queen. Emboldened now, her tongue traced the full length before working its snake-like way between Elinor's lips. She closed her eyes and let the sensations pour over her. The tip of Jasmine's tongue teased out Elinor's clit and flicked at it. The effect was electric. She could already feel something rising deep inside her.
"Uuuuh yes, suck at that clit right there, fuck!"
Jasmine's tongue moved and pushed its way softly inside her. Elinor realized that Jasmine was no novice but someone well-practiced in pussy licking. She was definitely not her first. She had no idea.
Elinor was now close and was brought even closer when two fingers entered her. Jasmine's tongue and lips concentrated on the clit while her fingers pumped slowly in and out of her mature lover. And then Elinor came. A crashing earthquake of a climax flooded from her. In a frantic spasm her hands grasped the back of Jasmine's head and held her tightly in place while her whole body shook. She even screamed.
The clock showed that it had happened in a total of 1 minute and 31 seconds.
For several minutes, Elinor simply sat there, eyes closed, adrift from reality. She slowly came back to the real world and looked down. She was still holding the back of Jasmine's head pressing her tightly against her, but the young princess had made no move to free herself. Elinor wondered how she was able to breathe, and she lifted her head to look at her. Jasmine was glowing with pleasure, knowing deep down that she had done well, that she had succeeded in her mission. All around her lips and her face was wet with Elinor's juices. Finally, Elinor managed to find her voice.
"Wow! You little bitch!" Jasmine looked questioningly at Elinor. "You gorgeous, gorgeous little bitch," Elinor then said and smiled at her. With a sense of relief, Jasmine smiled back.
"You have screwed up centuries ay respectful tradition atween the lords."
"But wasn't it worth it?" Jasmine asked cheekily.
Elinor took a finger between her own pussylips and put it in her mouth filled with her juices. "Ummm yes," she hummed. "I think you deserve a reward." Elinor kissed Jasmine on her full lips. "I think you deserve to get fucked…. Hard."
Elinor got up and started searching through Merida's drawers. "I know she keeps it around here somewhere," she muttered to herself. "Aha!" she exclaimed as she found a big strap-on dildo under some of Merida's panties.
Jasmine gasped. "That's really big."
Elinor actually giggled, something Jasmine hadn't heard before.
"I know, slut," she said as she strapped it around her hips. "Suck it."
Elinor slid the cock in the pretty girl's mouth and roughly fucked her face, enjoying pushing her new playmate to the extreme. Jasmine sucked the cock the best she could, her pussy so wet that she prayed the Queen was going to fuck her soon and as roughly as she was fucking her face.
"There you go. Get that thing so sloppy and wet," Elinor said with a low sexy voice.
Elinor fucked Jasmine's face for thirty seconds or so before she ordered, looking down at the princess: "Bend over, it's time for your reward".
Jasmine, so desperate to be fucked, didn't hesitate as she bent over, using the bed post for balance, and waited to be fucked by the older woman like a complete slut.
"I'mma get in there good baby." Elinor moved behind the tight assed Arabic princess and slammed the entire cock in with one hard thrust.
Jasmine moaned loudly, surprised by how quickly her cunt was filled. "Oh God!"
Elinor thrusted quickly and Jasmine moaned loudly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Uuuh yes, fuck that cock! It's a big deep cock isn't it? Oh yeah, look at you go balls deep on that fucking cock. You like this, you fucking Princess slut?"
"Yes, fuck me hard," Jasmine answered, her body wanting more, needing more.
The fucking was so intense that Jasmine struggled to keep her balance, and her head banged against the bed post more than once. She loved the Queen's body slamming into her, the cock going as deep as possible inside her. Jasmine's moans were loud as fuck, but Elinor wasn't satisfied.
"Louder, I can't hear you!"
"Yes, fuck me hard, dammit," Jasmine demanded out of desperation, loud enough for anyone outside not only the room but the whole castle to hear.
Jasmine just closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to take control, her orgasm so fucking close that dignity and pride were no longer relevant.
"Oh shit, yeeeeeeeeah, fuck!"
Her orgasm erupted through her like the breaking of the Hoover Dam. She screamed.
"You wanna taste your cum?" Elinor then asked.
She didn't have to ask twice. "I do," Jasmine said and sucked on the whole thing again, taking it all in.
"Now you stay true to your promise, right?" Jasmine said, afraid that Elinor might have just used her.
"I am a queen of mah word. I will write back tae the lords tomorrow," Elinor said and crossed her heart.
"Excellent," Jasmine said relieved and they kissed for a few seconds.
Jasmine took on her clothes again and Elinor touched herself while she watched her.
"And you promise that you will come back some time?" she asked her sharply.
"Absolutely," Jasmine replied, putting on her blue pants. "I am a friend of your daughter's so I might come visit her soon."
"Oh really?" Elinor said. "Well, mebbe she can join us next time."
Jasmine came to a stop as she thought about how hot that would be. "Fuck, I'd love that."
When Jasmine returned home, she was immediately greeted by her father who seemed even more cheerful and jolly than usual.
"Jasmine! I have excellent news!" he said and made little jumps on the spot. "I've sent Prince Ali Ababwa home. I realized, why should you be forced into marriage? Of course that law was the problem, but then I thought, well, am I sultan or am I sultan? So from this day forth, the Princess shall marry whomever she deems worthy."
"That's fantastic, father!" Jasmine said and kissed him on his cheek, and then he practically danced away, humming a cheery tune.
Merida must really have given him a special time, Jasmine thought and smiled. She hurried up to her father's bedroom where the Scottish redhead was sitting and putting on her bra.
"Hi," Jasmine said and entered the room.
"Oh, hi," Merida said as she turned her head.
Jasmine sat herself beside her. "So how did you do it?" Jasmine asked.
"It was easy, really. Nae offence, but your dad's not the brightest in the warld, and he couldn't resist me at all," Merida said with her tongue in her cheek. "How about ye? Did you manage tae seduce my dad and call aff the betrothal?"
"No, but I did your mom actually," Jasmine said, and Merida looked knocked for six.
"Shut up!" she exclaimed in disbelief. "How?"
"I'm just that good," Jasmine said. It was now her turn to have her tongue in her cheek.
"Incredible," Merida sighed.
Jasmine touched Merida's bare thigh. "You wanna stay a little longer?"
"No, I'm sorry, but I'm still oan a quest tae find that mysterious maid," Merida said and sounded a bit sad about it herself. "But I better be gonnae. See ye."
As Merida left, Jasmine laid herself down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. She couldn't believe it all worked out. She was now free to decide who she wanted to marry. She thought about Belle. She wondered what she was doing right now and where she was. Of course the fact that she was locked up in a castle by a beast wasn't the first thing that Jasmine thought of.
A few minutes past, and Jasmine then heard the doorbell to the main gate ringing. She got up and went down to open, thinking it was probably Merida who had forgotten something, but someone else was on the other side of the door. A slender yet muscular build girl with long wavy black hair stood in front of her with some sort of giant fork in her hand.
"I am Moana of Motunui. I'm looking for a girl named Ariel."