Chapter 10 - Jasmine and Belle

Princess Jasmine sat on the balcony, gazing up at the stars while her pet tiger Rajah lazed beside her. Jasmine stroked the tiger's head, grateful for the spiritual gift her mother had bestowed upon her before her death. She remembered her mother's enchanting tales about the star-tiger Rajah, and as she gazed out at the tranquil ocean, she longed for a sign from the mermaid, Ariel.

Weeks had passed since their encounter, and Jasmine's desire for the fishtailed beauty with the ample breasts remained unquenched. She frequented the beach, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ariel, but to no avail. Her voice still echoed in Jasmine's ears, tormenting her with longing.

Jasmine's yearning wasn't solely driven by lust, but also by her isolation. As a princess, she was forbidden to leave the palace walls, and her social interactions were limited. Her only companion was Rajah. Her father forced unwanted suitors upon her, men who cared nothing for her happiness. She dreamed of leaving the palace and finding love on her own terms.

The next morning, Jasmine donned a brown cloak and shayla, disguising herself as a commoner. She slipped over the palace walls and ventured into the bustling marketplace of Agrabah. The cacophony of salesmen shouting and haggling made it easy for her to blend in and avoid recognition. As she wandered through the crowded streets, her attention was drawn to a scrawny orphan boy, reaching for some apples in a stall.

"You must be hungry," Jasmine said, grabbing an apple and offering it to the child.

The stall owner glared at her, demanding payment. Jasmine was unfamiliar with the concept of paying for everyday items and turned to the man, confusion etched on her face. He was a burly, unkempt man with a thick black beard.

"Pay?" Jasmine repeated, as if she'd never heard the word before.

The burly stall owner gripped her hand tightly.

"Well, I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any money," Jasmine said innocently, but the salesman immediately grabbed her while yelling, "Thief!"

Jasmine tried to break free, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "Please, if you let me go to the palace, I can get some from the sultan," she pleaded desperately, but he didn't believe her. He placed her hand on his counter and lifted a giant sword.

"Do you know what the penalty is for stealing?!" he roared furiously.

"No, no, please!" Jasmine begged.

Just as he was about to strike, a woman with long brown hair stepped in. She had captivating hazel eyes, full lips, rosy cheeks, a heart-shaped face, and a sculpted figure. She snatched the sword from his hands and turned to Jasmine.

"Thank you, kind sir! I'm so glad you found her!" she said, shaking hands with the salesman. She handed the sword to Jasmine behind her back and turned to Jasmine with a threatening raised finger.

"I've been looking all over for you!" she said and pushed Jasmine away gently.

"You know this girl?" the salesman asked , still with an angry tone of voice.

"Sadly, yes. She is my sister," the woman said despairingly. "Half-sister," she revised, as a few strands of hair slipped loose from her ponytail. "She is a little crazy."

Jasmine played along, worshipping a random monkey on the street as the sultan. The salesman seemed convinced and made a little snort.

"I didn't know crazy old Maurice fucked around."

"I appreciate you not being judgmental," the brown-haired woman said in a cold, sarcastic voice. "So, you see? No harm done. Now come along, sis."

Jasmine continued acting nutty, looking blankly into the air as the woman dragged her gently along the street away from the salesman.

"Just don't look back," she said calmly. "My name is Belle. You really need to be more careful with who you upset in this part of town."

"Thank you," Jasmine said, filled with gratitude.

She gazed upon her savior, whose looks had no parallel. She didn't know much French, but she knew "belle" meant "beauty." Belle wore a medium blue sleeveless dress, a white long-sleeve button shirt underneath, a white apron on her waist, and black flats.

"You are not from around here, are you?" Belle asked, looking at Jasmine, who she found extremely attractive with her long, lustrous black hair, brown eyes, and distinct hourglass figure.

Jasmine hesitated, uncertain whether living in a palace made her truly a part of the town. "Well, yes, I am... or not really. It's complicated," she replied.

Belle's eyes sparkled with interest. "Lucky for you, I found you. Losing a hand over an apple wouldn't be ideal." She extended her hand.

Jasmine hesitated, wary of revealing her true identity. "Jas-... Jasminah," she corrected herself, hoping it would suffice.

"Nice to meet you, Jasminah," Belle said with a genuine smile. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

"No, actually," Jasmine admitted, her eyes meeting Belle's intently.

Belle raised an eyebrow. "Well, you're in luck. My father is at an invention fair this week, so the house is all mine."

The two women continued chatting as they made their way to Belle's cottage, the air electric with attraction. Once they arrived at the house, Jasmine was struck by the coziness of such a low-class residence, her eyes widening in surprise.

"This is so nice," she exclaimed as they entered. She discarded her cloak to reveal a sea green crop top that showed off her midriff and navel, as well as matching pants that accentuated her curves.

Belle drew back a curtain to reveal a breathtaking view of the palace of the kingdom. Jasmine's expression remained stoic, having grown tired of its grandeur.

"Well, it's not much, but it's got a great view," Belle said, gazing at the palace in awe. She harbored dreams of living in a castle and experiencing more adventure than her provincial life currently offered.

Jasmine hesitated, trying to conceal her disinterest. "Oh, it's wonderful," she said weakly.

Belle didn't seem to notice her lackluster response. "Well, I like it," she said, shrugging nonchalantly.

Jasmine hoped to change the subject, "I love your kitchen," she said.

Belle furrowed her brow. "Really? It's so small."

"Well, I've never seen my own kitchen," Jasmine replied, feigning nonchalance.

Curiosity piqued, Belle asked, "How come?" She sat down on a nearby kitchen chair, inviting Jasmine to do the same. Jasmine hesitated before joining her.

"The kitchen is only for the servants," Jasmine said offhandedly. Belle looked at her strangely, making her feel like she had stepped out of line. Trying to salvage the situation, Jasmine added, "Kidding!" and forced a nervous laugh. Belle buying it was a relief for Jasmine.

"Oh wow, I thought I was sitting next to the princess or something for a second," Belle teased.

Jasmine felt her heart beating faster as she took in Belle's captivating presence. Despite her attempts to maintain composure, she could feel desire stirring within her, and she bit her lower lip in response. She couldn't help but admire Belle's perfect figure and tempting cleavage that seemed to call out to her.

Without thinking, Jasmine asked, "So are you single?"

Belle nodded. "Yes. I turn them all down."

Jasmine moved some hair out of her way, revealing more of her neck. "Well, that's nice," she said, her gaze lingering on Belle's attractive features. "You're really gorgeous, though. I bet you have a ton of admirers."

Belle caught Jasmine's gaze and pulled on her dress, revealing more of her cleavage in the process. "I guess there's a reason for that," she said coyly, causing beads of perspiration to form on Jasmine's forehead.

With growing difficulty, Jasmine managed to look away from Belle's alluring display. She whispered, "Oh wow, those are almost falling out of their cage."

Belle chuckled and adjusted the top, but Jasmine couldn't help but reach out and cup Belle's full breasts through her clothing. "They feel great. They're really soft and nice."

Belle's heart raced as she felt Jasmine's gentle touch. "And you want to touch, don't you?" she purred seductively.

Emboldened, Jasmine moved even closer until their thighs touched. "I'm sorry, is this weird?" she asked nervously, unsure of her sudden boldness.

"Not at all," Belle assured her with a seductive grin. "In fact, I was wondering if perhaps there might be a more enticing view in this house than the one of the palace."

Belle's deft fingers traced feather-light patterns over Jasmine's shoulder and down to her breasts, where she slowly undid the clasp. As the fabric fell away, Jasmine's perfect breasts bounced free, and Belle couldn't help but marvel at their beauty and softness.

"Yeah, those are nice," Belle breathlessly agreed as she admired Jasmine's ample assets, her fingers tracing the generous curves. Perky with a natural bounce but still firm. Just perfect in any shape or form.

Jasmine moved forward and delicately pressed her lips against Belle's in a tender kiss, as Belle deftly unbuttoned her dress with her left hand.

"Let me see those magnificent titties too," Jasmine purred, aiding in the unfastening of the remaining buttons until Belle's equally stunning breasts were bare. "Oh, it's no wonder you attract admirers."

Their busty bodies pressed together like two pairs of pliant, indestructible bubbles, and they shared a passionate frenching as their stiff nipples overlapped. "I think I have a little surprise for you," Belle whispered, digging through a drawer and finding a bottle of massage oil. "I bought it as a joke, but trust me, it feels incredible."

A dab of the translucent substance in her palm, Belle commenced massaging Jasmine's breasts with the oily concoction, making them silkier than ever. Each stroke and squeeze with those melon-sized globes elicited an audible moan from Jasmine. "Doesn't that feel amazing?"

"Fuck, yeah," Jasmine breathed as she reclined on the countertop.

Belle couldn't resist. "They're so round and lush."

"You want to smack 'em?" Jasmine offered, her voice teasing.

Belle gasped in anticipation. "Can I?"

"Sure thing, smack 'em!"

As she slapped them with an increasing fervor, Jasmine moaned seductively.

"You're making me so wet, I can't help it," Jasmine confessed truthfully.

"I don't want to mess up your pants," Belle said innocuously.

"Then let's get rid of them," Jasmine suggested, fixating on Belle's captivating eyes.

As Belle squatted down, she noticed a large wet spot on Jasmine's pants and grinned playfully. Jasmine turned around, and Belle pulled her trousers down to expose a beautiful Arabic bottom wrapped in a thin g-string. It seemed as if two bowling balls had been placed beside each other. The thong came off quickly, and as Jasmine leaned forward slightly, her delightful pussy came into view. Belle couldn't resist as she spread it wide open with her fingers. Her tongue darted deep inside Jasmine's folds, leaving her tasting the nectar of her lover.

Jasmine moaned loudly, and Belle's mouth watered as she quickly rubbed and smacked her pussy.

"Fuck yes! Smack it! Smack it! Make it nice and wet!" Jasmine screamed in a pitch almost too high for human ears.

"Your pussy is so pretty!" Belle exclaimed as she spread Jasmine's folds apart and plunged her tongue deep into her wetness.

The contractions in Jasmine's abdomen grew more frequent, and little jolts of electricity shot through her body. Her moans and the sensual noises that accompanied Belle's exploration filled the room, bouncing off the walls like a symphony of arousal.

As Belle held onto Jasmine's engorged clit with her warm mouth, sucking it thoroughly, Jasmine screamed in pleasure.

"Is that what you like?" Belle asked seductively, her tongue dancing around Jasmine's sensitive nub. She lapped up Jasmine's sweet nectar, the fluid flowing continuously from her body.

Belle spread her plump cheeks, catching Jasmine off guard, but she didn't object; in fact, she urged her on. "Yes! That's it! Tongue-fuck that! Right in the ass! Come on, you filthy slut! Fuck yeah! FUCK. YEAH." Jasmine moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

Belle's face was nestled between Jasmine's round buttocks, and all that could be heard was her muffled mumbling as she licked and spit on Jasmine's impossibly tight hole. Her tongue traced a path from the bottom of Jasmine's sex to her anus in rapid, forceful strokes.

It was as if Jasmine's entire body was shrinking into her head. She felt weightless and the only sensation she could feel was pleasure.

"Fuck yes! Lick every inch of me! Call me a whore!" Jasmine demanded.

"You're a filthy cunt! A worthless whore!" Belle spat out, and simultaneously, Jasmine's words transformed into earsplitting shrieks as she experienced a jolt of ecstasy.

Jasmine needed a moment to regain her breath while Belle greedily swallowed her juices and moaned at the taste.

"You know what?" Jasmine said, standing up. "Since your mouth is so filthy, I'm going to teach you a lesson. I've got something for you. Wait right there."

"I love lessons," Belle said as Jasmine went to where she had left her cloak and found something in the pocket.

Meanwhile, Belle stripped until she was completely naked on the worktop.

Jasmine returned with a large pink dildo in her hand.

"Oh my god, do you carry that around with you?" Belle asked, both amazed and eager.

"Well, you never know when you're going to need it," Jasmine replied, her eyes devouring Belle's naked body.

Belle prepared herself by spreading her legs wide. Jasmine positioned herself next to her on the worktop and teased Belle's sensitive pink pussy with the dildo before sliding it slowly into her core. Belle began moaning immediately.

"Oh my god, yeah! Yes! Oh god!" she shrieked as Jasmine started pounding her pussy and sucking her nipple simultaneously. "Oh God, yes! Please, fuck me, Jasminah!" Belle moaned, her fingers working over her sensitive clit in time with Jasmine's thrusts.

"Rub that fucking clit! That's right!" Jasmine commanded while fucking Belle's cunt hard with the dildo. But Belle wanted more.

"I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow, so fuck me harder!"

Jasmine took a deep breath and pounded faster than a jaguar on speed, and Belle screamed like a siren in the heart of the night.

"Oh my god! Ahhh! Fuck! You're putting me over the edge!"

Belle felt like her vagina was being tossed off a cliff in free fall for a second before landing on a really bouncy trampoline, and all the air she held inside for that second came out in one loud and relieving exhale. Her heart raced, and her legs shook as she collapsed on the worktop, smiling like she had just won a grand prize.

Jasmine saw the dildo dripping with cum as she withdrew it.

"Look at you, you're dripping wet," Jasmine chuckled, popping the toy into her mouth and swallowing as deeply as she could. Belle's flavors tasted like the most decadent strawberry ice cream.

Watching her own juices slide down Jasmine's chin, Belle yearned to sink her teeth into Jasmine's perfect Arabic pussy. But not with that toy—it wasn't enough. Then she remembered something and leapt off the countertop, her ass bouncing and her wet cunt leaving a trail of cum behind her. Jasmine stared at Belle curiously and with anticipation.

Belle opened a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a majestic gold oil lamp that she'd found in a cave. Belle's eyes gleamed with menace.

"Where did you get that?" Jasmine asked, her eyes wide with wonder and her body quivering with excitement at the thought of what Belle might do with it.

"I found it in a cave. I don't think it belonged there," Belle said mysteriously, running her fingertips over Jasmine's breasts and slim stomach, causing goosebumps to prickle across Jasmine's skin. Belle laid herself back on the countertop, her legs spread wide.

"Use me like your little plaything!" Jasmine demanded.

"I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy," Belle promised, spitting on Jasmine's pussy to make it even wetter than it already was.

Belle inserted the lamp into Jasmine's core slowly, its cold, smooth surface sending shivers down Jasmine's spine as it penetrated her. The lid brushed against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. In and out, it moved, until suddenly, it began to shake on its own, without Belle's touch. Jasmine gasped as she felt her vision darken and the entire universe seem to collapse inside of her, a flood of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced overwhelming her. Little did she know, a genie had been released from the lamp into her insides, filling every inch of her.

Belle panicked and yanked the lamp out, and a blue, muscular genie leapt out of Jasmine's vagina, gasping for air while Jasmine fainted from the intense experience. The genie had pointy ears, a hooked nose, a curly black beard, thick black eyebrows, a black ponytail with a gold bead holding it in place, gold cuffs on both wrists and one earring, dark blue pants, and a red waistband. He floated in the air and had a misty tail.

"10,000 years and the first glimpse of the real world is an even smaller living space," the genie remarked, cracking his neck. Then his eyes grew wide as he spotted the two naked women in front of him.

"Are you a genie?" Belle asked, her eyebrows raised in skepticism mixed with curiosity. Meanwhile, Jasmine started to regain consciousness.

Genie swung over, introducing himself. "What would you wish, ladies? The ever-impressive, long-contained, frequently imitated, but always unique… Genie of the Lamp!" Belle raised an eyebrow, Jasmine glanced at Belle curiously.

Jasmine chimed in first, gasping. "I-I think... I might be the one who summoned you..."

Genie paused, smirked wickedly. "Congrats! Now, you get three wishes. No wishing for more wishes, got it?"

Belle and Jasmine eyed each other. Their desires boiled under their skin, ready to overflow.

"Um..." Jasmine licked her lips slyly. "Give me... A mammoth cock for the next 15 minutes. Please!"

Jasmine's suggestion caught them off guard - Genie turned ice for a heartbeat, but quickly resumed his animated form. "Consider it done." And the giant cock materialized just above her pussy, pulsing and eager for action.

With a coy smile and a twinkle in her eye, Jasmine stroked the behemoth once, then shouted, "Belle's pussy needs tightening. Make it super tight!"

In an instant, Genie granted the wish, as Belle felt her womb squeeze tight—like it was wrapped by a chastity belt. Her eyes widened in surprise, her entire body throbbing with strange new sensations.

"Now that's a fine ride," Jasmine drawled. "Let me have you, Genie. Get back inside—it's just getting started!"

He grinned widely, dipping back inside Jasmine's pulsing orifice. Her groans escalated, ringing loud enough to awake the sleeping village. Then her insatiable gaze shifted to Belle, who appeared understandably apprehensive. Jasmine pounced on her like a feral stallion, her newly acquired cock thrusting deep into Belle's astonishingly tight pussy. Belle let out a blood-curdling scream as she experienced a level of penetration she'd never known before, and it was both painful and pleasurable in equal measure. Jasmine rode Belle relentlessly, their combined howls echoing through the night like those of wild wolves. Belle was on the brink of orgasm after orgasm, but Jasmine showed no signs of slowing down, consumed by a primal hunger that had taken hold of her.

Sweat streaming down her face, the tightness of her folds still in place as Jasmine dominated the scene with her ginormous cock, piercing through Belle as if tearing through hot butter.

Belle finally collapsed panting, the intense pleasure ebbing away only to leave her in this daze of utter vulnerability and raw sensation—the echoes of shouts, screams still lingering in her eardrums. It was just then Genie emerged, his enormous slobbering tongue suddenly the size of his torso—licking all the juice and stickiness off himself.

Caught up in her mind-altering highs, Belle tried speaking, gasping, eyes wide, trying to speak but couldn't comprehend words. Genie was swimming in a torrent of pussy fluid, cleaning himself as she lay beside Jasmine, covered in a tangled mix of juices and cum. Finally regaining consciousness, Belle attempted to sit up - her heart still pounded in her chest.

Jasmine took longer to transform back to normal due to the magic coursing through her veins. She finally rose to her feet and declared, "That was incredible."

Genie glanced up at her, curiosity sparking in his gaze. "Sweetheart, I'm granting you a bonus wish," he said.

Jasmine considered Genie's words for a moment before turning her attention back to him. "What would you wish for if you could, Genie?"

Genie was suspended like a hammock between two wooden poles as he mused over his response. "Me? Nobody's ever asked me that before. "Well in my case, never mind, it's nothing." Genie muttered, seeming to shift uncomfortably in his confined space.

"No, tell us," Belle urged, her eyes locked onto the lamp with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

With a heavy sigh, Genie admitted, "Freedom. That's what I want more than anything else."

Jasmine furrowed her brow, feeling a pang of sympathy for the trapped spirit. "You're a prisoner?" she asked softly.

Genie nodded, his expression rueful. "It's all part of the genie gig. One moment, I'm granting wishes and showing off my phenomenal cosmic powers. The next, I'm shrunk down to this itty-bitty living space." He gestured to the lamp, his fingers barely reaching the metal rim. "I'm living in a damn shoebox."

"That's absolutely awful," Belle exclaimed. She couldn't help but empathize with Genie's plight, as she too had often felt caged in by her small-town existence.

Genie floated out of the lamp with a wistful smile. "But oh–to be free. To be my own master again. A wish like that would outweigh any treasure or magical power. But it's an impossibility. Genie, snap out of it. Come back to Earth."

Jasmine fixed Genie with a serious gaze. "I can make that wish come true. I swear, I'll free you from this lamp."

Genie let out a disbelieving laugh and morphed into Pinocchio, complete with a lengthy nose. "Go ahead. Prove it."

Jasmine picked up the lamp and leveled it at Genie. "Genie, you're free." The chains disappeared from Genie's wrists, and the lamp crashed to the ground uselessly. Genie scooped it up and marveled at the liberation he felt. He was beaming from ear to ear. "By the power of Allah! I'm free, I'm free at last! This feels too good to be true."

Jubilant, he flew around the room in excitement. Before vanishing, however, he turned to offer one last parting statement. "If you two ever need any assistance, just call upon my name, and I shall be there!" He laughed raucously as he exited the window and left a trail of shimmering stardust behind him.

Jasmine was content knowing that she'd done a kind deed. Her and Belle shared a tender, romantic kiss as they stared out the window. As the church bells tolled in the distance, Jasmine realized it was time for her to leave. She quickly collected her damp and sticky clothes and whispered her apologies to Belle before departing in haste.

As Jasmine wandered through the moonlit streets towards her palace, she pondered over her extraordinary night. No longer haunted by Ariel's memory, she acknowledged that the memory of her encounter with Belle would stay with her forever, and she thought that every second of their experience had been well worth the expenditure of her precious wishes.