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Arabian Moons	By : Lynnore Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sultana spent the next few hours pacing in her room, unable to take her mind away from the powers her daughter possessed. She would go over the words her daughter said again and again, desperately attempting to derive some secret to the ritual that would allow her to awaken the sleeping powers within herself. There had to be a way that she could obtain the powers herself. It was becoming frustrating, Karima couldn't think of any solution.
An idea came to her to ask one of the three foreign women to grant her these powers, but she knew there was no connection between herself and them, not like the one that had formed between her daughter and Yoruichi. Besides that, she didn't know if she could go through with the ritual with them.
Having sex with another woman, the idea was so unnatural she couldn't conceive of it in her mind. The sultana had unconsciously become distraught, she hadn't slept since she was resurrected and it had been nearly 3 days since then. She tried laying down to sleep but simply tossed and turned, her mind unsettled and disturbed.
When she tried forcing herself to sleep, to stop all motion and shut her eyes, she would hear voices from deep within her. The entities of her magical pacts still had contact with her, and they now knew of this newfound power in the world. They spoke to her, telling her she needed to gain this power for herself and share it with them. They told her she couldn't rest until she obtained it.
Becoming infuriated with the entities, Karima got up from her bed and decided to step out to the throne room, thinking she could distract herself with the scenery and bustle of the palace. She sat on her throne with her eyes slightly lowered, but still looking out over the room. Her agitation had placed a scowl on her face, and her lack of sleep showed with dark circles around her eyes.
The palace workers were still not used to having the sultana back, and because of their striking resemblance thought it was Jasmine who was on the throne. Their training wouldn't allow them to turn their eyes directly toward the sultana, it was improper. Relying only on their peripheral vision they were unable to tell them apart.
Jasmine had finished her bath and was wandering the palace, wearing a nightgown she had fashioned using the same materials Yoruichi used for her attire. She missed her lover and the feeling of the cloth on her skin was a constant reminder. The princess was taking an interest in the festival decorum, seeing the palace transform slowly as she wandered, she made small talk with some of the palace maidens as they worked.
Some of them were confused, unsure of who they were speaking with. They had been speaking among themselves and word had spread that Princess Jasmine was on the throne with an angry look in complete silence. They now saw what they assumed was the same woman expressing genuine happiness. Their words sounded nervous to Jasmine and she noticed them glancing over to the throne room as they spoke.
Jasmine entered the throne room and saw her mother seated upon the throne. Her scowl was penetrating, Karima gazed straight ahead without focusing on anything. How she had her head tilted forward gave her a menacing appearance. The princess became worried, but in the back of her mind she thought of how beautiful her mother looked, her expression giving her appearance a dangerous edge that somehow accentuated her clothing. She exuded an exciting countenance. "Mother, what's wrong?" Jasmine inquired gently, walking up to the throne.
Karima snapped back from her trance and blinked a few times then looked at her daughter. "Oh my.. I'm sorry Jasmine. I haven't been able to sleep since I was resurrected. I fear my demons have caught up with me." She said plainly, the sultana trusted her daughter and wanted to be open and honest with her. "My studies took me down some dangerous paths, dear. I have a weakness in me. A thirst for power I can never quench." Jasmine stepped closer to her mother and took her hand into her own. "I hope you don't hate me. I can't seem to stop thinking about the powers you possess… I want them for myself-no! I need them."
After how lovingly her mother had responded to Jasmine's own secrets, there was no way she would judge her. "Of course I don't hate you mother. I love you. And I want you to have these abilities. With your wisdom, you deserve them more than I do. Maybe if we talked to the others, they could share the… ritual with you." Jasmine blushed, realizing she had just suggested her mother engage in sex with another woman. "I-I mean… Only if you wanted to."
"I honestly don't know if I could, Jasmine. I'm sure I could force myself to go through with the act, Allah knows I would go through hell itself to gain power. But it sounds like it needs to be a genuine experience, not simply a physical act." Karima thought about Yoruichi again, maybe if it were her, she thought. Maybe. "Besides that, we would need a deep connection and I felt nothing like that from those women."
Jasmine had knelt down beside her mother while continuing to hold her hand. They sat in silence for a while and contemplated. Jasmine thought of something but immediately pushed it back out of her head. It crept back in and she looked at her mother nervously. "We have a connection." She immediately regretted letting the words slip out of her mouth.
Karima's eyes went wide, "Jasmine! What are you saying?! You're my daughter. Doing something like that with you is unthinkable." The sultana knew Jasmine was only offering this as a retort, because it was true she did feel a deep connection to her daughter. She saw the shame in her daughter's eyes and felt bad that she had scolded her. "I know you are trying to help me dear. You're not wrong about what you said. A bond between mother and daughter can never be broken." She smiled warmly at Jasmine which helped her relax.
Jasmine couldn't bear seeing her mother like this. She needed to rest, but the way she looked she would be tormented continually, and with the festival only a day away the activity would keep her too busy to sleep. "We'll think of something, mom. Don't worry. I'm on your side no matter what." She tried to reinforce that she held no ill will towards her mother for her weakness. She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek then took her leave, returning to her bedroom to prepare for the festival.
An idea started forming in the princess' mind as she tried on different clothing, weaving magic into fabric around her body, alternating colors and fashions, trying to find the perfect blend. She finally settled on a purple outfit, to match her lover's hair color.
A one piece sash crossed on her back then came up over her shoulders and down across her breasts, then wrapped to the sides beneath her breasts and back up into the cross. She wore a purple string bikini, the string around her waist made of woven gold fabric. Two thin purple scarfs draped from the front and back of her bikini bottom down to her toes, just wide enough to cover the details of her butt and pubic region. She wore toeless purple stockings which came almost all the way up her thighs. They ended right before reaching the height of her vagina, leaving some of her thighs exposed. She wore two gold garter belts at the top of her stockings and golden anklets. She also had purple sleeves running from her wrists up to her biceps, leaving her shoulders exposed.
Happy with her choices, she admired herself in the mirror while concocting and scheming. She wanted to look insatiable to her lover and her sexy companions. Jasmine saved the image of her clothing, burning it into her mind then changed into her golden and emerald bikini attire. With only two days to plan her surprise she exited the Palace and walked into the streets of Agrabah.
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