Chapter 17 - Jasmine and Merida

Jasmine stood naked in her room of the her castle, her pants still wet and her panties nowhere to be found. She had hidden the dildo in a drawer, slipped on fresh underwear, and reclaimed her tiara before collapsing onto her bed with a sigh. The strange events of the day - the genie inside her, meeting the enchanting Belle - left her feeling both exhilarated and bewildered. Memories of the redheaded mermaid on the beach had begun to fade.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Dressing in a cropped tube top and blue pants, she opened it to find her father, the Sultan. His rotund frame and long white hair and beard concealed a restless spirit.

"Jasmine, I've been searching for you everywhere! I was ready to send guards out to find you. Where have you been?"

"Just taking a walk," Jasmine responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, I'm relieved you're here," the Sultan exclaimed, bouncing in place. "I've got some fantastic news. Word has it that Prince Ali Ababwa is making his way here to propose! You have to start accepting these suitors, dear. I won't be around forever, and I need to make sure you're well-cared for."

Jasmine groaned in frustration. "Oh, not another one," she complained.

The Sultan's grip on her hands tightened. "Please, give it a chance. He could be something special."

But Jasmine pulled away, annoyed. "Not interested."

The Sultan let out a long sigh and turned to leave. Before departing, he remembered something else. "By the way, some of the servants found a girl on the beach. She's been talking about some underwater kingdom called Atlantis or Atlantico or something. She's probably traumatized from being shipwrecked, and they're bathing her right now. You might want to speak with her; her name is Ariel."

The name Ariel echoed faintly in Jasmine's memory, but she couldn't place it. "Sure," she agreed, "I'll check it out."

They heard the front doorbell rang. "I'll take care of it," Jasmine called out to her father, "but if it's that Prince Aladdin, I will tell him to fuck off!"

The persistent doorbell echoed through the grand palace, demanding attention.

"Damn it, I'm coming!" Jasmine snapped as she stormed towards the entrance. "Just because you're a bloody prince doesn't mean you're more important than anyone else!"

She expected to face an arrogant hunk in extravagant attire, but instead, a stunning redhead with a freckled face and long curly hair greeted her.

"Hi, I'm Merida," the Scottish lass purred, her accent as alluring as her eyes.

Jasmine was taken aback by Merida's beauty and her captivating aura. She wore a dark teal Medieval-style dress that hugged her slender figure perfectly.

"Can I come in?" Merida asked, her gaze lingering on Jasmine's own form.

"Of course," Jasmine replied, stepping aside. "Make yourself at home."

Merida surveyed the opulent Arabic-style architecture, her eyes widening in admiration. "Cool place," she remarked.

Jasmine crossed her arms nervously, feeling exposed and uneasy. "So, are you here to see my father?"

"Actually, I'm here to see you, Jasmine," Merida revealed with a sly grin.

Jasmine blinked her beautiful eyes, puzzled but unable to look away from Merida's voluptuous figure. "What can I do for you?"

Merida's eyes darted around the room, looking for privacy. "Uhm, is there somewhere we can go that's a little more secluded?"

"Well, I guess my room would be the best place," Jasmine agreed, leading the way up the stairs.

Merida followed closely behind, her gaze lingering on the colorful rugs that covered the floor. Upon entering Jasmine's large, luxurious chamber, Merida spotted Rajah, Jasmine's pet tiger, sleeping peacefully on one of the rugs.

"Uhm, I'm sorry to tell you this, miss, but there's a tiger in your room," Merida said, her voice quivering with awe.

Jasmine chuckled sweetly. "That's Rajah. She won't hurt anyone - unless I tell her to, of course." She gently patted the giant sleeping cat on the head, and it continued to snore contentedly.

"Wow, that's hardcore," Merida said, sitting down on the bed.

Jasmine continued to stroke Rajah's fur, her eyes locked on Merida's captivating form. "So, what brings you here?" she asked.

Merida took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's a bit embarrassing, really. Here goes nothing... Some time back, at my cousin's 'engagement party,' I discovered a maid in my room. I'd never met her before, but somehow we ended up... engaging in a rather intense encounter."

Jasmine's eyes widened, her curiosity piqued.

Merida continued, her voice growing more animated. "I've never felt more alive or connected to anyone in my life. The problem is, I don't remember her name, and I can't recall what she looked like. All I remember is her intoxicating scent and the sweet taste of her... juices. I've been haunted by the memory ever since, and I can't shake the feeling that there was some kind of enchantment over her."

Jasmine was speechless. What had this got to do with her?

"I know this is kind of transgressive, but the taste of this girl's cum was out of this world. I'll never forget it," Merida admitted, a mischievous smile curling her lips. "So, I've made a list of every lassie in Disneyland who's about the right age, and I plan to visit every single one on that list until I find her. Guess what? You were the first one on the list."

Jasmine furrowed her brow. "But if you can't remember what she looked like, how will you know when you find her?"

"That's the thing; I only remember the taste of her cum," Merida explained, a hint of excitement in her voice. "So, I'm going to have to lick every eligible pussy in Disneyland to be sure. That was the transgressive part, if you were wondering."

Jasmine was puzzled. "I don't know what to say," she finally stammered, sitting down next to Merida.

"What's the matter? Do you not find me attractive?" Merida asked, her gaze locking onto Jasmine's. The intensity of her eyes made Jasmine's heart race. She couldn't deny the fact that she found Merida alluring, but the situation was overwhelming.

"Oh, I do find you very attractive," Jasmine conceded, unable to resist the pull of Merida's magnetism. Her head drifted closer to Merida's.

Merida's eyes gleamed. "Then kiss me, Princess."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling in each other's mouths. Merida's hands wandered over Jasmine's body, grazing her neck, her back, and her legs. Jasmine touched Merida's face, her fingers tracing the lines of her features. Merida then began sucking Jasmine's fingers one by one, her lips lingering on each digit. Her hands moved to Jasmine's breasts, cupping them and rubbing her thumbs over her nipples.

"You like them?" Jasmine asked softly, pushing her chest forward.

"I fucking love them," Merida groaned, her mouth closing around one of Jasmine's nipples. Jasmine's breath caught in her throat as she felt pleasure surge through her body. She moved her shoulders forward, pressing her breasts against Merida's eager mouth.

Merida removed her dress and her bra, revealing her voluptuous figure to Jasmine's hungry gaze. Jasmine immediately began sucking on Merida's nipples, eliciting a series of soft moans from her lover. Merida grasped Jasmine's ass, pulling her closer. Jasmine could feel the heat emanating from Merida's body as their lips met again, their tongues dueling for dominance. Jasmine wrapped her leg around Merida's waist, pulling her closer. Merida kissed and licked her way down Jasmine's body, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

She reached Jasmine's pants and quickly stripped them off, along with the red panties underneath. Merida kissed Jasmine's smooth skin, leaving a mark on her inner thigh as she continued her descent towards her lover's center.

Merida's eyes devoured Jasmine's petite, perfectly groomed mound, her voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to taste this gorgeous little pussy."

Her tongue danced over Jasmine's sensitive clit, eliciting a series of low, breathy moans. "Ohh god, oh yeah!" Jasmine cried out, her body jolting with pleasure.

Merida continued to tease and torture Jasmine with her mouth, alternating between sucking on her stiffening clit and sliding two slick fingers in and out of her wet pussy. "You're so tight," she murmured against Jasmine's flesh.

The pace suddenly intensified as Merida began to fingerfuck Jasmine hard and lick her clit simultaneously. "Ah! Oh... FUCK! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh my god! Yeah! I'm cumming!" Jasmine cried out, her body writhing beneath Merida's skilled touch.

With one final, thunderous orgasm, Jasmine's cum sprayed over Merida's fingers. Merida pulled them out and sucked them clean, smacking her lips in satisfaction. "You taste incredible," she said with a grin. "But it's not like the maid's."

Jasmine pouted but then brightened. "Well, that doesn't mean we have to stop." She winked and Merida chuckled.

Merida spread her legs wide and invited Jasmine to pleasure her. As Jasmine's fingers glided over Merida's wet folds, Merida's moans filled the air. "Oh my god, that feels so good," she groaned, clutching at the sheets.

Jasmine licked Merida's pussy like a popsicle, making squishy noises as her tongue delved deeper and deeper. Merida's thighs clamped down on Jasmine's head as she tossed her head back in pleasure.

"Oh God, yes! Please make me cum!"

Jasmine responded by fingerfucking her hard while licking her clit, driving Merida to the brink of ecstasy. "Oh fuck! Oh my god, yeeeah!" Merida screamed as she came, her body convulsing beneath Jasmine's skillful hands.

As they caught their breath, Jasmine straddled Merida's body, and they kissed deeply and passionately. Their hands continued to roam between their legs, bringing them both to new heights of pleasure. They moaned in harmony as they pleasured each other, their bodies locked in a fierce embrace.

"Fuck yes, that's the spot!"

They came with intense screams, one louder than the other. They collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.

"That was incredible," Jasmine declared.

"Absolutely," Merida agreed, nodding. They kissed once more, but were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Both princesses jumped in surprise.

"Jasmine?" they heard the sultan call from behind the door. "What are you doing? Prince Ali Ababwa is waiting!"

Merida looked at Jasmine, confusion etched on her face. "Prince? Are you engaged?"

"Not yet, at least," Jasmine replied. "My father is forcing me to marry some arrogant prince."

Merida's eyes widened. "The same for me! My parents are trying to make me marry someone I don't love."

"It's so unfair," Jasmine exclaimed. "Just because we're princesses doesn't mean we shouldn't have the right to choose who we marry and for it to be based on love."

"Exactly!" Merida exclaimed. They were strangely bonding over this.

"Fuck tradition," Jasmine muttered.

"Amen," Merida said, nodding. Then a wild idea occurred to her. "You know what we should do? We should seduce each other's parents and make them see reason."

Jasmine considered the idea. It was crazy, but maybe it would work. "I would probably go after my father and not my mother, if I were you," Merida suggested. "My mother is impossible to persuade."

Jasmine agreed. "Let's do it," she said decisively.

They shook on it and then kissed passionately once more, but were interrupted by a low growling. They both looked at Rajah, who was still asleep like a log.