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Arabian Moons	By : Lynnore Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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XI
The people were excited and surprised to see Princess Jasmine walking freely among them, and she greeted them warmly as she passed. The citizens of Agrabah had gone through a lot of terror, and seeing the princess' relaxed demeanor among them gave them hope. They had all but forgotten the customary greeting they had been forced into with the old sultan. Their fear was gone and they no longer felt the need to only look at the ground in the presence of royalty. They were ecstatic to be met with a warm smile when they would accidentally meet the eyes of the princess. The people began to sing praises of her and she was heralded throughout the city.
Jasmine was enjoying herself, but her mind was focused on her task. She wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, only that she was looking for exceptionally gorgeous women among the populace. She wanted to put together a show for her lover, her companions and the sultana. A dance that would enrapture them as a gift in return for helping Agrabah, and for her mother to help her relax and silence her torment. Or at the very least, give them some personal entertainment to appreciate.
As she walked the streets, Jasmine would glance from woman to woman, examining their features. Some of them would notice the princess' wandering eyes and blush. She was looking for women that not only stood out but were jaw droppingly stunning.
She started to overhear some people in the crowd talking about a band of wandering gypsies that had recently come to Agrabah. They would give off-handed remarks about their general distrust for them, but the men would be whispering to each other about them.
Jasmine couldn't quite pick up on it, then one of them close to her spoke in a low voice to another man and she heard, "I don't much care for gypsies, but have you seen that dancer? Allah forgive the thoughts I have about her." The two men shared a chuckle. Jasmine stepped up to the man and interrupted their moment.
"Where did you see this dancer?" She asked pointedly of both men.
"Princess Jasmine! Please forgive us, we were only talking. We didn't mean to-"
"Relax, relax. I only want to know where I can find these gypsies. I'd love to meet them." Jasmine gave them a smile which lit them up inside. Jasmine's beauty to them outweighed anything they had seen before.
The man stuttered as he tried to answer her. "They are in th-the w-west market, princess." And he pointed in the direction in which he referred.
"Could you please guide me to them? Or do you have other pressing business to attend? I could pay for your help." Jasmine asked of the man.
"O-of course! I would be happy to show you the way, being able to help you is payment on its own Princess. You saved us all!" The man was so excited and started bounding down the street. "Follow me!"
Jasmine was led through the city, turn after turn. The city was such a maze to her, it had looked easier to navigate from overlooking in the palace, but here in the thick of it all the buildings looked the same. They finally reached the west market square where a crowd had gathered around some tents. In front of the tents were some raised wooden platforms, a stage for the various gypsy shows. As Jasmine neared the stage, people were turning towards her, spreading out so that she could be at the front of the stage.
There on the stage was an incredible sight. A gorgeous gypsy woman was dancing, dressed in red foreign silks which clung to her figure tightly, showing off her ample breasts, her thin waist, her flat muscular stomach. She had long wavy black hair and her skin was slightly darker than Jasmine's. Her eyes were an incredible aquamarine color, like the oceans of a tropical paradise.
The princess became lost for a moment as this woman danced, her movements so sultry, provocative and exotic. The foreign music she danced to sounded magical to Jasmine, amplifying the effects of the enchanting dance.
The gypsy woman noticed the princess at the front of the stage and locked her eyes with Jasmine's. Her movements slowed and took on a much more erotic tone, running her hands over herself as her whole body rocked, swayed, and turned to the music. It became increasingly difficult for Jasmine to contain her composure in front of this crowd, marvelling at the show. Jasmine bit her lower lip, realizing her crotch was getting wet from watching the gypsy woman dance. This is it, this is what she needed to present at the palace. She hoped this woman was open to the idea of taking on a pupil.
After the dance had ended, the gypsy woman smiled at Jasmine, gave her a cute wink then disappeared into a cloud of pink smoke. The smoke flowed out into the crowd, some of which entered into Jasmine's nostrils, the aroma sent cascades of pleasure into her, an unknown perfume of many different flowers so sweet and intoxicating. The crowd was heard gasping in ecstasy as the smoke wafted through.
The princess was getting more of a handle on her new abilities, and had unconsciously linked herself to the gypsy woman, she could feel her presence nearby and could pinpoint her exact location. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she quickly darted into the crowd and weaved a common cloak around herself to hide her identity. She blended into the crowd then made her way around to the back of the gypsy tents. When she was sure she wouldn't be spotted, she quickly lifted the bottom of the tent where she was sure the gypsy woman was and ducked inside.
Inside the tent, the gypsy woman had slipped out of her dance attire and was calmly brushing her hair seated on a cushioned stool when the princess entered. Jasmine stood frozen as the full cinnamon colored body of the gypsy was bare in front of her. Her plump breasts and dark red nipples exposed firm and impressive, and she spotted the small tuft of black hair nestled on her crotch above her crossed legs. Her thighs were thick, muscular, with immaculate smooth skin. "What the- who are you!" She yelled at Jasmine, startled she jumped up from her stool and grabbed a nearby robe to cover herself quickly. Jasmine couldn't help but watch as the woman's breasts bounced when she jumped.
"Sorry for the intrusion." Jasmine said and slid the hood of her cloak off, revealing her face to the gypsy. "I'm princess Jasmine of Agrabah. I needed to speak with you."
"Princess, a pleasant surprise. But you could have came in the front, I'm sure my guards would have let you in." The gypsy woman bowed politely to the princess and smiled. She had been afraid of the intrusion but her demeanor changed, she was happy the princess had come to see her personally.
Jasmine took note that the gypsy was no longer on edge with her there, "I didn't want to draw attention, rumors spread quickly. Also, it's a… private matter. I hope I can count on discretion from you."
"Of course, we gypsies take secrets seriously. It's how we survive. I'm Esmeralda by the way, pleasure to meet you princess Jasmine." She took Jasmine's hand gently and bowed her head down and gave the back of her hand a kiss. She then sat back down on her cushion and motioned to another cushioned stool for Jasmine to sit. Jasmine sat down and crossed her legs, she could feel Esmeralda's gaze traveling up and down her body.
Jasmine began to lay out her plan to Esmeralda, how she wanted to perform a show for her friends and mother. Esmeralda was excited as Jasmine described in detail how she wanted the performance to be. She also picked up on the fact that Jasmine had romantic feelings for one of her friends, one of her lady friends. It surprised her, as she was told this kingdom forbade such lifestyles.
She had been with men and women and didn't have a strong preference towards either. She equally enjoyed the company of either sex. She let her thoughts flow freely and unimpeded; it was normal for her to imagine being swept away in passionate throes of lovemaking with the princess. She was of course on board with Jasmine's idea, and provided ideas of her own that would set the performance over the edge, to guarantee Jasmine's desired effect.
"I think it's a great gift. We'll make it spectacular together." Esmeralda explained her opinions. "I think if we find the most beautiful women in Agrabah to perform with us we'll have them in spasms of pleasure at first sight as we start. It's too bad we don't have more time. I know some ravishing women in other parts of the world that would love to be a part of this."
Jasmine raised one of her eyebrows, intrigued. "I have the means to get us anywhere in the world almost immediately. Tell me where and I can take us." Her heart was pumping faster at the thought of exploring more of the world and seeing these women.
Esmeralda was skeptical, but gave the princess the benefit of her doubt. "Alright, I think we should first go to France. I stayed there for a while and met this amazing woman in a small village. A real book smart type of gal. She hid her body under loose clothing but she definitely had… Assets. I'm not sure the name of the village where she lives, or that you would even know it. How will you find it?"
Jasmine smiled, then placed both her hands on the sides of Esmeralda's face and closed her eyes. "Simply picture the village in your mind." Esmeralda closed her own eyes and pictured the village, she saw the cottage where her beauty lived. Jasmine probed and caught glimpses of the imagery in Esmeralda's mind and held it. She then removed her right hand from Esmeralda's face and stretched it outward to her side with her palm pointed away from her.
Seconds later, a narrow red doorway shaped portal arose from the ground beneath them. It filled the tent with its glow. Esmeralda opened her eyes and stared at the portal in astonishment. At that moment she changed her mind about the second woman she would take Jasmine to meet. One who would truly appreciate this power the princess quite vividly possessed. Jasmine opened her eyes and looked at Esmeralda, who looked back and smiled, nuzzling her face into the hand that Jasmine had kept upon her face.
"Lead the way, my master of the dance." Jasmine sung, Esmeralda quickly clothed herself with a white blouse and purple skirt, then hand in hand her and the princess stepped through the portal.
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