Chapter 25 - Jasmine and Elinor
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 not to be taken seriously.
A rousing fanfare announced the arrival of Princess Jasmine at DunBroch castle. Standing at the entrance gate was Queen Elinor of DunBroch, ready to welcome their guest.
"Princess Jasmine," Elinor said, curtsying. "We're honored to have you here. To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"Can't a princess just drop by to say hello to her neighbors without an occasion?" Jasmine asked playfully.
But Jasmine had a hidden agenda. She needed to seduce the king of DunBroch and convince him to change the kingdom's marriage laws so Merida could marry her mysterious maid. As they entered the castle, Jasmine couldn't help but admire Elinor's beauty. She was a mature, elegant, and stunning woman.
"Certainly. Come in," Elinor said, opening the door for Jasmine. "We're about to start dinner. Would you like to join us?"
"I'd be delighted," Jasmine replied with a sweet smile.
Elinor led Jasmine to a grand hall where a long wooden dining table stood in the center, filled with an array of delicious food. At one end sat three young boys, apparently triplets, eating from their plates. At the other end sat Jasmine's target, the King of DunBroch. He was a tall, muscular man with curly red hair and a Viking-like appearance.
"From nowhere, the biggest bear you've ever seen!" the king exclaimed, telling an enthralling story to his sons with dramatic flair. "His hide littered with the weapons of fallen warriors—his face scarred with one dead eye! I drew my sword, and..."
Elinor cleared her throat to announce their arrival. The king abruptly stopped his grand gestures and straightened up.
"Elinor! Who is this with you?" he asked, his eyes traveling up and down Jasmine's body. He was clearly smitten.
"Honestly, Fergus, can't you even recognize your own neighbors? This is Princess Jasmine from Agrabah," Elinor said, and Jasmine offered an awkward wave to the group. The triplets stared at her intently and drooled.
"Och aye, of course," said Fergus unconvincingly. "Welcome to DunBroch."
"Take a seat, dear," Elinor said kindly, turning to the triplets. "Boys, make some room for the princess."
"No!" Jasmine said a bit too abruptly. "I mean, I can just sit over here." Jasmine chose a seat between Fergus and Elinor, who sat at the head of the table. As she sat down, she gave the king a sultry wink, and he swallowed hard. Elinor didn't seem to notice.
"Just take whatever you want," Elinor said generously. "You're our 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,." Elinor snatched up a handful of letters that were haphazardly piled before her.
Jasmine knew that Merida was trying to seduce the sultan in Agrabah to change the marriage laws, just as she planned to do with the king of DunBroch.
Jasmine skillfully picked up a couple of plates filled with an assortment of food and pretended to accidentally drop her fork on the floor. "Oops, I'm so clumsy," she giggled innocently before she got up and bent over to retrieve the utensil, revealing her luscious rear end to the bewildered king.
Elinor was utterly engrossed in reading her letters, oblivious to Jasmine's flirtatious antics and blatant displays of allure. The seductive princess continued to bait and tease the uncomfortable monarch.
"I'd love to hear the rest of your story," Jasmine purred, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh yes," Fergus coughed faintly. "There I was; one swipe, my sword shattered, then, chomp! My leg was clean off! Down the monster's throat it went."
"What an exciting tale," Jasmine said, reaching across the table and laying her hand on Fergus' thigh beneath it. She could feel his massive erection through the fabric of his trousers. "You must be quite the brave man."
As Jasmine's hand crawled further up Fergus' leg, her fingers finally brushed against his crotch. The giant cock was hard as a rock, and she could feel its impressive girth. She slowly stroked it through his pants, her eyes locked onto his, watching as he winced but tried to remain composed. Jasmine couldn't help but smile at his struggle not to pant.
"Fergus, they've all agreed," Elinor suddenly announced.
"Who's agreed to what?" Jasmine inquired, her hand still manipulating Fergus' arousal.
Elinor turned to the triplets. "Boys, you may leave."
The young lads scooped up a couple of pies and fled the room.
"The lords have chosen suitors for my daughter's betrothal," Elinor explained excitedly. "Each clan will present a candidate to compete in the games for her hand."
Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "And as a princess, she's just supposed to do as she's told?" she asked, her hand still fondling Fergus' erection.
"It's what she's been trained for her whole life," Elinor retorted.
"Well, it's what you have trained her for her whole life," Jasmine shot back, her hand growing more aggressive with each passing moment.
Elinor found Jasmine's comments highly offensive and prepared to reprimand her, but Fergus interrupted her by muttering "holy shit" under his breath as he clutched tightly onto the tablecloth.
"What's the matter, Fergus?" Elinor asked, confused.
"Nothing," he managed to squeak out. "This pheasant is absolutely delicious."
"Well, I would expect nothing less from the king who killed it himself," Elinor replied, taking a bite of some vegetables.
Jasmine quickly apologized, insisting that she meant no disrespect, and then excused herself to powder her nose. As she left the table, Fergus took a deep, relieved breath, clearly grateful for the reprieve from Jasmine's relentless advances.
From her purse, she retrieved her lipstick and, with her most alluring handwriting, scrawled "Meet me in Merida's room at 9" on a napkin, adorning the i's with tiny hearts.
Upon her return, the others appeared to be nearing the end of their meal. Jasmine sat beside Fergus once more and covertly placed the napkin atop his empty plate. He glanced at it, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Jasmine winked at him before turning her attention back to the queen.
"Thank you so much for this delightful feast," she said politely.
"You're welcome, dear. It's always a pleasure to have guests," Elinor replied, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. "Isn't that right, Fergus?"
Fergus seemed lost in thought, and Jasmine had a feeling she knew what was occupying his mind.
"May I stay and explore the castle a bit more?" Jasmine inquired. "I haven't spent much time here."
"By all means, go ahead," Elinor said, rising from her seat.
Jasmine spent the next hour wandering the deserted corridors of the vast castle, admiring the artwork and intricate embellishments, but her true focus was on the clock. She wanted nothing more than to fuck his brains out and have him agree to her demands. Finally, the moment arrived, and she navigated her way to Merida's room.
Taking a deep breath, she cautiously opened the door and peered inside. "Oh, fuck..." she muttered.
To her surprise, Elinor stood by the bed, hands on her hips, napkin with lipstick in between her fingers. "You know, I pride myself on raising my children, especially my daughter, to be good and respectful monarchs. But it seems the standard isn't very high when other princesses are walking around being filthy, disgusting whores."
Feeling embarrassed, Jasmine tried to leave, but Elinor blocked the door. "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 obeyed, terrified out of her mind.
Elinor moved behind her and pushed her forward gently. "Bend over. Stick that ass up."
Jasmine lowered her head to a pillow and presented her backside to the queen. Elinor spanked her hard on the outside of her sky blue pants, and Jasmine winced. "Don't- fucking- try to- seduce- my husband."
Jasmine flinched as Elinor continued to spank her, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the mattress. Elinor was strong, and her blows were forceful.
"You understand?" Elinor demanded.
"I won't do it again," Jasmine replied submissively.
"Oh, you won't do it again?" Elinor whispered.
"No." Jasmine had never been more scared.
"What are you not going to do?"
"Seduce your husband."
"Because what are you?" Elinor asked as she removed Jasmine's pants, revealing her red-marked ass.
"A slut," Jasmine admitted.
"Exactly," Elinor said, spanking her bare cheeks once more. "Say it."
"I'm a fucking slut!"
"Very good," Elinor praised, continuing to spank her. "Your ass is getting nice and red." SMACK. "Did ye learn your lesson?"
"Yes, I did."
Elinor gripped Jasmine's hips and pulled her closer. She ran her hands up her slender stomach and cupped her large breasts through her top. Elinor drew Jasmine to her, kissing her forcefully as their tongues intertwined. After a passionate exchange, Elinor broke away, pushing Jasmine roughly.
"You're not fucking sorry," she growled. "That way you jerked off my husband under the table at dinner, did you think I was stupid? You're a special kind of whore."
Elinor pulled down Jasmine's panties and teased every inch of the young woman's ripe pussy with her tongue, knowing exactly how to tease her and get her on the brink of submission. She zeroed in on Jasmine's tight little asshole, and the moans that escaped the girl's lips were intense.
"Touch your pussy. Stick your fingers in that tight little pretty pussy of yours," Elinor commanded, her tongue still licking at 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 came true as Jasmine orgasmed wildly, her pussy spilling on Merida's bedsheet.
As Jasmine caught her breath, an idea struck her. A really terrific idea.
"How about we make a deal?" she said, turning around.
"I beg your pardon?" Elinor replied immediately.
Jasmine grabbed Elinor's throat. She had made a promise to Merida, and if she was to fulfill it, she needed to go all-in. Elinor seemed to be someone who liked it rough.
"If I can make you cum in less than two minutes, you'll write back to the lords of those clans and tell them that the betrothal is cancelled," Jasmine said, her voice cold and confident.
"I can't. It's an ancient tradition. There would be war," Elinor wheezed.
"Then let there be war," Jasmine said, not backing down. She could tell that Elinor was actually considering her proposition.
"Fuck it. Okay then, but it has to be less than two minutes!" Elinor exclaimed.
Jasmine smiled, feeling a wave of performance anxiety but also a surge of confidence. She looked at the clock and waited for the second hand to hit 12 while Elinor undressed fully. Jasmine couldn't help but stare at Elinor's hot body, perfect even after having four kids.
Elinor spread her legs and showed her nicely shaved pussy.
"Okay," Jasmine said, her breath heavy. Elinor was enjoying herself, and Jasmine could sense that she kind of wanted her to succeed. "Two minutes from now."
Her first touch was delicate and shy, placing butterfly kisses along the insides of Elinor's thighs. The sensation sent shivers through Elinor. It was almost an act of worship, but Jasmine seemed reluctant to go higher. Elinor spread her legs wider, and Jasmine finally accepted the invitation. She was already highly aroused and could smell Elinor's musky scent rising. The effect was intoxicating. And then, at last, her lips made contact with Elinor's 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. Jasmine knew she had to work fast, but she also wanted to make it good for Elinor. She picked up the pace, her tongue darting in and out of Elinor's folds, teasing her clit mercilessly. Elinor moaned loudly, her hips bucking up to meet Jasmine's mouth.
"Uuuuh yes, suck at that clit right there, fuck!"
Jasmine's tongue moved and pushed its way softly inside her. Elinor recognized that Jasmine was no novice but a skilled performer in the art of cunnilingus. She must have had plenty of practice. Elinor had no idea.
Elinor was nearing her peak and was pushed over the edge when two fingers entered her. Jasmine's tongue and lips concentrated on her clit while her fingers pumped slowly in and out of her experienced lover. And then Elinor came. A thunderous climax swept over her. In a frenzied spasm, her hands clenched the back of Jasmine's head and held her firmly in place as her entire body shook. She even screamed.
The clock showed that it had all happened in just 1 minute and 31 seconds.
For several seconds, Elinor remained motionless, her eyes closed, detached from reality. She slowly came back to the present and looked down. She was still gripping the back of Jasmine's head, pressing her tightly against her, but the young princess had made no move to pull away. Elinor wondered how she was breathing, and she lifted her head to examine her. Jasmine glowed with pleasure, knowing deep down that she had succeeded in her mission. Every inch of her lips and face was wet with Elinor's juices. Finally, Elinor found her voice.
"Wow! You little minx!" Jasmine looked questioningly at Elinor. "You stunning, stunning little minx," Elinor then said with a smile. With a sense of relief, Jasmine smiled back.
"You have upset centuries of respectful tradition between the lords."
"But wasn't it worth it?" Jasmine asked cheekily.
Elinor took a finger between her own lips and sucked on it, filled with her own juices. "Mmmm yes," she hummed. "I think you deserve a reward." Elinor kissed Jasmine passionately on her full lips. "I think you deserve to be fucked... Hard."
Elinor searched through Merida's drawers. "I know she keeps it around here somewhere," she mumbled to herself. "Aha!" she exclaimed as she found a large strap-on dildo hidden 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 into Jasmine's mouth and roughly fucked her face, enjoying pushing her new playmate to the limit. Jasmine sucked the cock as best she could, her pussy so wet that she prayed the Queen would fuck her soon and as roughly as she was fucking her face.
"There you go. Get that thing so sloppy and wet," Elinor said in a low, sexy voice.
Elinor fucked Jasmine's face for about thirty seconds 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 bedpost for balance, and waited to be fucked by the older woman like a complete slut.
"I'm going to plunge right in, baby." Elinor positioned herself behind the tight-bodied Arabic princess and thrust her entire length into her with a single, forceful stroke.
Jasmine let out a loud moan, surprised by how swiftly her core was filled. "Oh my God!"
Elinor pounded away rapidly, and Jasmine cried out in ecstasy. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Are you enjoying that big, deep cock, you filthy princess slut?" Elinor taunted as she continued to drive her hips forward.
"Yes, fuck me hard," Jasmine begged, her body craving more.
The intensity of the fucking left Jasmine struggling to maintain her balance, and her head collided with the bedpost more than once. She reveled in the Queen's powerful body slamming into her, the cock stretching her to the limit. Jasmine's moans were loud and piercing, but Elinor demanded more.
"Louder, I can't hear you!"
"Fuck me hard, damn it!" Jasmine roared, her voice carrying through the castle walls.
Jasmine surrendered to the pleasure, allowing it to consume her entirely. Her orgasm was imminent, and dignity and pride no longer mattered.
"Damn, that's it, pound me harder!"
Her climax burst forth like the breaking of the Hoover Dam. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Do you want to taste your own cum?" Elinor inquired.
Jasmine didn't hesitate. "I do."
She sucked the entire length of Elinor's cock once more, swallowing every inch.
"Now, you must keep your promise, right?" Jasmine asked, fearful that Elinor might deceive her.
"As a queen of my word, I swear I will write to the lords tomorrow," Elinor vowed, crossing her heart.
"Excellent," Jasmine replied, feeling relieved. They shared a passionate kiss before Jasmine resumed dressing.
Elinor touched herself as she watched Jasmine, her eyes locked onto her every move.
"And you promise to return?" she asked, her tone sharp with anticipation.
"Absolutely," Jasmine responded, slipping into her blue pants. "As a friend of your daughter's, I may visit her soon."
"Oh really?" Elinor said, her interest piqued. "Well, maybe she can join us next time."
The notion caused a shiver to run down Jasmine's back. "Fuck, I'd love that."
When Jasmine returned home, she was immediately greeted by her jovial father who appeared even more cheerful than usual.
"Jasmine! I have fantastic news!" he exclaimed, dancing on his spot. "I've sent Prince Ali Ababwa packing. Why should you be forced into marriage? That law was the problem, but then I thought, well, am I the sultan or am I not? From this day forward, the princess shall marry whoever she deems worthy."
"That's amazing, daddy!" Jasmine replied, kissing him on the cheek. He danced away, humming a happy tune.
Merida must have really given him a special time, Jasmine thought with a smile. She hurried to her father's bedroom where she found Merida putting on her bra.
"Hi," Jasmine said, entering the room.
"Oh, hi," Merida replied, turning her head.
Jasmine sat down beside her. "So, how did you do it?" she asked.
"It was easy, really," Merida said with a grin. "Your dad's not the brightest in the world, and he couldn't resist me at all."
"I managed to do your mom actually," Jasmine revealed, causing Merida to look astonished.
"Shut up!" Merida exclaimed. "How?"
"I'm just that good," Jasmine said, smirking.
"Incredible," Merida sighed.
Jasmine touched Merida's bare thigh. "Do you want to stay a little longer?"
"No, I'm sorry, but I'm still on a quest to find that mysterious maid," Merida said, sounding a bit sad. "But I better be going. See you."
As Merida left, Jasmine lay down on the bed and gazed at the ceiling. She couldn't believe everything had worked out. She was now free to choose her own husband… or wife. She thought about Belle. She wondered where she was and what she was doing right now.
A few minutes later, Jasmine heard the doorbell to the main gate ringing. She got up and went down to open it, expecting it to be Merida forgetting something, but instead, she found a slender, muscular girl with long wavy black hair and a giant fork in her hand.
"I am Moana of Motunui. I'm looking for a girl named Ariel."