Terms for Jasmine (An Anon E. Mus Tale) | By : Magmos Category: -Misc Cartoons > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 15785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Terms for Jasmine (On the Way to the New Land)
Thanks for the advice Lunar! I’ll try and work it into my plans! And Sailor, don’t worry, you’ll get your fill sooner or later. Don’t think I could really add Mulan to this though. Even by porn plot standards, that would require some serious thought to make work. (Damned if I’m not gonna try though. I’ll certainly put some thought into MAKING that work. Already got some ideas.)
I still own nothing. Not Aladdin, nothing.
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The people of Agrabah had all gathered around to cheer and celebrate. Water, near endless water was coming to them, and it was all thanks to their princess negotiating one of the greatest trade agreements of all time! In fact, so amazed was the Sultan Anon that he even invited the Princess to his land, to see its sights and wonders, to better forge strong bonds between the two kingdoms.
At the center of the celebration was a carriage with a trio of camels in the front, slowly moving through the ecstatic crowd, and inside the actual carriage was Princess Jasmine, still dressed in her usual blue attire, sticking her upper half out the carriage window and waving to the adoring crowds, while next to her was Sultan Anon also waving to the cheering masses but staying inside it.
“HOORAY FOR SULTAN ANON! HOORAY FOR PRINCESS JASMINE!” Came the crowd.
“COME BACK SOON YOUR HIGHNESS!”
As Jasmine waved to the crowds she started yelling back at them. “GOODBYE EVERYONE! I’LL MISS YOU ALL! WHEN I RETURN IT WILL BE WITH ENOUGH WATER TO WATER OUR CROPS A HUNDRED TIMES OVER!”
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Eventually, they passed the city limits, and the adoring masses could no longer follow as the carriage entered the sands surrounding Agrabah. Jasmine had long since entered the carriage and was looking forward, not showing any emotion whatsoever. Without even turning to look at her, Anon spoke up.
“If you want to turn around in your seat and see it go, just do it” Anon spoke in a warm tone. “It’s going to be a long while before you see it again. Decorum can be put aside for now.”
At that, Jasmine turned around in her seat to gaze upon the slowly shrinking sight of her homeland, the palace where she grew up standing tall above all and slowly sinking away into the distance. As it vanished into the horizon Jasmine began to break down into tears, desperately holding back sobs as it all finally hit her. For the sake of her home, she’d sold herself as a personal whore to a man who was just going to use her to sire a child. A child she would most likely never see again after this was all over.
It was then that Anon gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into his shoulder. “Just let it out Jasmine. No one’s gonna judge you here.” She then broke down into sobbing hysterics as Anon just gently rocked her.
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Sometime later, Jasmine was seated on the opposite end of the carriage and looking out the window in a pointed attempt to not look at Anon who, due to her sobbing fit, had removed his shirt and was currently stretched out on his seat.
“Y’know,” he began in a rather casual tone, “It’s going to be a LONG while till we get back to my lands. It’s just going to seem even longer if you just ignore me.”
“Somehow, I rather doubt that.” Jasmine spat with a lot of venom.
Anon just shook his head as he responded to that. “Spoken like someone who never had to travel for a good length of time.” Anon spoke with amusement evident in his voice. “Trust me when I say this princess, a person can go more than a little nuts on trips like these if they don’t have a way to occupy themselves.” He then stood up and sat next to her. “And I’m afraid the guards aren’t exactly the best of conversation partners when they’re on the job. So unless you want to risk going slightly mad, I’m your only option for entertainment.”
“Oh, so what do you recommend?” Jasmine spat. “A nice game of I Spy or…ugh. You pig.”
Jasmine’s groan of disgust and insult stemmed from Anon leaning over and kissing at her neck as one of his hands roamed the sides of her exposed stomach. “What?” he asked innocently. “It’s a good way to kill a lot of time. Plus, the sooner you bear a child, the sooner you can go home.”
With a roll of her eyes, Jasmine just turned around and went limp. “Fine,” she grumbled, “but don’t expect me to help you to any degree.”
Rather than say anything, Anon simply reached out and started groping at Jasmine’s body, starting with her firm stomach, smooth but still with a degree of muscle that could only come from certain…activities.
“So, took some dancing lessons I see.” Anon spoke with a curious voice. “Think I could get a private performance sometime?”
“Bite me.” Jasmine hissed. Poor choice of words as Anon quickly leaned down onto her stomach and gave her a light nip, causing her to jump with a small yelp.
Anon then began kissing and licking at her stomach, paying special attention to the area he bit at while his hands started drifting in their own directions, one towards her chest, and the other towards her waist. Eventually his hands reached their destinations, one hand groping gently at her clothed breasts, while the other gently stroked her pussy through the silk of her pants, both actions forcing a moan out of the uncooperative princess.
Anon smirked as he heard that. “There we go, this isn’t so bad now is it?” He asked in a somewhat mocking tone. Jasmine just snorted and looked away from him.
“Fine then.” Anon said with a degree of resignation in his voice. “Still plenty of fun I can have here. “ He then put both of his hands on the waistline of her pants, and with one mighty yank, pulled them off of her in one go, somehow still leaving her shoes on her feet.
“What the hell OH!” Jasmine began yelling out before Anon returned his hand to her pussy, this time causing greater sensations as he gently stroked her lips with no cloth barrier in the way, while his thumb focused on her clit, gently teasing it with rotations just beside it but never actually on it. Anon’s other hand returned to her chest, pulling her top up and off her, exposing her more than generous breasts for Anon’s hand to grope unimpeded from the cloth. At first he just gently grabbed at her tits, more groping them than anything, but slowly his gropes turned into gentle massages, firmly, but still gently squeezing all he could fit in his hand. His other hand meanwhile, had slid it’s middle finger inside of her, slowly thrusting in and out of her while his thumb ceased teasing her button and moved on to gently rubbing it directly.
Jasmine was left a puddle of pleasure from Anon’s two pronged assault. Between one hand massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples, with the other sliding fingers inside her pussy while the thumb played with her clit, Jasmine was left little more than a babbling mess as she squirmed on the floor from Anon’s ministrations, desperately trying to cling to any coherent thought.
“So how are you feeling your majesty?” Anon taunted as he gazed upon the lust crazed princess. “Looks like you might be enjoying yourself a little bit. He then removed his fingers from inside her pussy and placed them on her clit, giving it a gentle twist. Jasmine’s body ceased squirming as she stiffened, her mouth open in silent screaming as her pussy started gushing juices, drenching Anon’s hand in the process.
Eventually, Jasmine’s orgasm faded, allowing her to slump back into her seat, her chest heaving as she attempted to catch her breath and sweat poured down her body. Without saying a word, Anon started rubbing in between her breasts with the hand she soaked, smearing her juices in the valley between then before gently lifting her up and laying her flat on the floor of the carriage, with his pants joining her on the ground as Anon stood over the blissed out princess.
“Well then,” he said as he knelt down atop of her, his member falling onto her chest in between her breasts, still slick with her sweat and fluids before Anon took hold of them, pressing them towards each other and wrapping them around his dick. “My turn for some fun.” He then began thrusting his hips back and forth, small slapping sounds ringing out as he met the bottom of her breasts with every thrust.
“Okay, THIS is new.” Jasmine thought to herself as she looked at the head of Anon’s dick constantly moving towards and away from her, hearing Anon groaning above her. “It’s not BAD mind, but I’m pretty sure he’s getting the most out of this. Where did he even get the idea to try this anyway?” She then noticed that Anon had stopped thrusting for some reason. Looking down she could see his member pressing against her lips. With a small sigh of resignation, she leaned her head down, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently, only for his member to leave with an audible pop as he pulled out, then back in as Anon continued to fuck Jasmine’s tits, moaning all the while.
“I gotta tell you princess,” Anon groaned out, his thrusts increasing in speed,” you really are one of a kind.” He started tweaking her nipples at that. “Your body is just the perfect combination of firm, but soft in the right areas.” He then gave a particularly hard thrust causing her breasts to jiggle more. “Your beasts, you ass, your lips, all attached to this wonderful dancer’s body.” Anon then released her breasts and moved himself so that his pelvis was above Jasmine’s face, his hands now gripping her head. “But now let’s see just skilled you are at really using it.” He then thrust deep into her mouth and throat, his pelvis reaching her nose before his hips rose up only to plunge back in again, over and over.
“Oh yeah!” Anon groaned as he face fucked the princess below him. “Oh your mouth is so wonderful Jasmine! So tight and warm and wet! It’s almost like I’m in your pussy again!” His thrusts then became more rapid and erratic as he grew closer to the edge.
As for Jasmine, the poor princess was having a rough time of it. Anon was very nearly suffocating her due to the sheer size of his shaft alone, but having it forced down her throat was just making a bad situation worse! She managed to get some air through her nose when he pulled out, but it was never enough to be comfortable. Unfortunately, with her mouth full, all she could do to try and get Anon to stop was to slap at his thighs while her legs kicked in the air and stomped the ground wildly.
The worst part of it all however, was that some part of her was loving every second of this. This man just taking her like this. It almost made her hate herself, but her cunt was almost gushing as much as when his fingers were playing with her.
Finally, Anon hit his limit, and with one last thrust and a groan his dick all but exploded down Jasmine’s throat, shot after shot going down straight into her stomach, Jasmine coughing and gurgling around it all the while, a trickle of Anon’s seed leaving her nose as she choked. Soon, he pulled himself off of the princess who then began coughing and hacking as she desperately tried to get more air back into her lungs.
“You… (COFF, WHEEZE) You absolute… (HACK, CAFF) bastard!” She yelled at anon through her gasps of air.
“Sorry princess.” Anon said as he patted her on the back to try and help clear her lungs. “If it’s any consolation, you did amazingly well for your first time with that.”
“It’s not just that you ass!” She shouted, having finally cleared her air way. “You came in the wrong hole! The whole point of this is for you to knock me up damnit! You and I BOTH know where you came won’t do anything!”
Anon was flabergastered before smiling and wrapping his arms around Jasmine, his hands quickly moving onto her bosom. “Well, I didn’t know you were so eager for this.” He said with a low tone. “You don’t need to worry though.” He then ground his quickly recovering erection into her back, “I’ve got PLENTY more where that came from.”
Jasmine just let out an unladylike snort. “Spare me, I just want this over and done with quickly so I can go back home.”
“Fair enough.” Anon muttered as he pushed Jasmine onto her hands and knees. “Never let it be said I don’t follow requests.” At that he lined himself up and thrust himself into the kneeling princess with one strong thrust, both partners moaning at the sensations they felt before Anon started thrusting.
Jasmine still wasn’t quite used to Anon’s size, and was having a rough time getting used to Anon’s thrusts because of it, but for some odd reason she wasn’t too bothered by it. It was almost as if having him inside her was…fulfilling somehow. Feeling his hips slapping into her ass, her tits jiggling wildly as they dangled under her as he reamed her senseless was nothing short of exquisite.
“Grh. Will you hurry it up back there?!” She moaned. “This is hard on my knees!”
Not that she would tell him that at any rate. She still had her pride after all.
With nothing more than a mocking laugh, Anon leaned over Jasmine, his head next to her ear. “As you wish your highness.” He spoke in a mocking tone. He then moved his hands, which had been on her hips for leverage, to her tits which grasped firmly. His thrusts, once long and firm, turned short and near violent, his hips rapidly slapping against her ass and creating an odd sort of applause as he went.
“Oh Allah!” Jasmine screamed. “Ugh…Stop! I can’t…Oh Allah I CAN’T…”
Jasmine’s front half then collapsed to the floor of the carriage, her pussy quivering as she came, but Anon just kept thrusting, Jasmine becoming a drooling puddle of hormones as we went, Jasmine’s ass still clapping against his pelvis.
Soon, Anon decided a return to form was in order, and removed his hands from Jasmine’s breasts and returned them to her full hips. He then started thrusting long and hard, practically using the princess as a literal fuck toy. There was no gentleness or affection, just grunts as he savagely took Jasmine like an animal, her majesty moaning the whole way as she and Anon began drooling through the pleasure.
Eventually though, one final peak was met, and with one strong thrust Anon came deep into Jasmine, flooding her womb to the point it started dripping out, the warmth causing one final mini orgasm for the princess as Anon collapsed onto her, the two royals breathing heavily from exerting themselves to such a degree. Eventually Anon spoke up, whispering into Jasmine’s ear.
“Told you I had plenty more.” He said in a playful tone.
“Shut up.” Jasmine mumbled as she tried to remember how her limbs all worked. “How much time did we kill anyway?”
At that, Anon turned his head towards the windows to look at the sun. “Looks like we’re about halfway to the first checkpoint. We’ll be staying there for the night before we move on.”
“Great.” Jasmine mumbled. “So what do we do till then?”
At that, Anon grinned and, after noticing he was still inside Jasmine, started thrusting again. “I don’t know about you, but I can still go another round.”
Jasmine just groaned in aggravation, though after that her next sounds for the next few hours would be more screams of pleasure than anything.
End of Chapter
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