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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 (Back in Agrabah)
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Review Responses time!
Lunarsilver: Minor correction for ya bud. Mulan’s not part of the harem. In fact, she’s probably the only person in this fic that has any actual power over Anon. What can I say? Ones first can do that to a person.
Kalaong: Huh boy. I REALLY hate disappointing people who like my work, doubly so when it looks like I’ve led them on like this, (Seriously, two chapters where Jasmine’s pregnancy was repeatedly mentioned? This one is on me), but I’m most likely NOT going to do a birthing scene ever. No offense, and not judging, just not really my thing. Sorry again bud.

Quick warning, there is a fair bit of cuckoldry happening here. Don’t worry, it’s not going into full on Netorare levels here, but there IS a fair bit of Netori. (Kind of the same thing, but you’re rooting FOR the guy seducing the other guy’s lady.)
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(Two years after Jasmine’s meeting with Anon and Mulan)
The return to Agrabah was a spectacularly bitter pill for Jasmine to swallow. Yes, she fully admitted that it was good to be back home, even if it was back behind the palace walls again, and her father was nothing short of ecstatic to see her again, but beyond that there was far more to miss.
She missed the girls in Anon’s harem, even Iris much to the princess’ surprise, acting more as her friends than the handmaidens she wrote them off as. She missed Anon ravishing her on a daily basis, claiming her over and over again. What she missed most however was something she honestly should’ve seen coming right from the start. The child she and Anon had made, their daughter Caronaria.
Looking back on it all, Jasmine wished she could kick her past self for not seeing THAT issue coming. Carrying around the child of the man who had conquered her in nearly every sense of the word, heck, even if she despised Anon still, Jasmine had carried Caronaria in her for nine months; of COURSE she was going to get attached. How he never saw this coming still amazed the princess to no end.
She still remembered those scant few weeks she was able to have with her. Caronaria was so tiny, but had such a strong grip on whatever she could grab. When she was hungry, it was impossible to get the little imp off of Jasmine’s breasts, though thinking back on Anon’s own habits, she may have just inherited Anon’s love of breasts. And her face, Jasmine still swore she would look just like herself as she grew up. It’d be a miracle if people didn’t manage to connect the dots. Eventually though, she couldn’t put off leaving for Agrabah.
It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been granted. Someone from Anon’s harem and even Mulan would always accompany the various shipments every month, and they ALWAYS brought Caronaria with them and stayed as long as they could. It hurt horribly having to call herself Auntie Jasmine, doubly so when the child started referring to her as such as she learned to talk, but it was the closest she was going to get in being a mother to her daughter. The only thing that really stood out to her was that Anon himself, much to her eternal frustration, never accompanied the water shipments. When she asked the others all she got was a sad look before they said he didn’t trust himself not to try something.
With time though, all things faded. The pain from the separation from her daughter lessened significantly, the constant visits from the harem alleviated her loneliness (Even Iris was surprisingly good company), and even her desire for Anon had all but faded, allowing her to try and move on to other men. Of course, finding someone capable of taking Anon’s place was…a hassle to put it bluntly. Oh, they all claimed to have his authority and dominance, but they all buckled so quickly it was rather funny, doubly so when Rahja got involved, but then she met Aladdin.
Now, Aladdin didn’t have Anon’s dominance. But he DID have Anon’s carefree attitude, and a fair bit of Anon’s charm though mixed with a more tender nature. He was basically a less aggressive Anon. Well, until that thing with Jafar at any rate. (That said, where did Jafar get the idea for that outfit he made her wear? He couldn’t have been in the crowd when Iris put her on display…)
Needless to say, she fell in love with Aladdin pretty damn quick. He reminded her so much of Anon how could she not? What followed was a whirlwind romance of adventure and the like up until her wedding day, which after one more adventure, went smoothly enough though Anon’s kingdom had to send a representative due to issues of some sort tying up Anon. What issues, she was never told, but it was apparently enough to drag the harem into it. Of course, after the wedding came Aladdin and Jasmine’s wedding night which was…
Which was…
…Well, it was nice really. She came every time they were together after all, but there was just something…lacking with Aladdin when compared to Anon. She didn’t know what to make of it, but Aladdin just wasn’t nearly as satisfying. His taste, his touch, his smell, his size, none of it hit her buttons like Anon. That’s not to say she didn’t try either. Aphrodisiacs, lotions to increase sensitivity, nothing worked It all left her with a constant itch she just couldn’t scratch and it was driving her crazy.
What made it all worse was that an issue had apparently come up with their water shipments, necessitating her father to go to Mus to see what was going on, and he took Aladdin with him to better teach the future sultan the finer parts of negotiation, leaving Jasmine alone with her frustrations.
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Thus, with nothing that could remotely take her mind off of her frustrations, Jasmine found herself on a balcony, clad in her classic blue outfit, overlooking her city in the dark of night, reminiscing on days long past. So lost in her thoughts that she never noticed someone else joining her on the balcony until that person spoke up.
“Gotta say princess, after two years you are easily a much more attractive sight than that city.” Came a rather familiar voice. With a startled jump, Jasmine turned around to see a sight she’d desperately missed for the past two years. Anon, with a happy smirk on his face. “So how’s it been?” He asked cheerfully.
Jasmine was silent for a long moment, tears trailing down her eyes at the sight of the man who claimed her standing before her. As Anon opened his arms, Jasmine ran to him, a smile on her face that slowly turned to a scowl as she slapped the foreign sultan once she got close to him.
“I can admit,” Anon groaned as he held his face, “I deserved that.” Anything else he might have had to say was cut off as Jasmine wrapped herself around Anon in a tight hug, her breasts and her face pressed into her chest as she sobbed lightly into his shirt. “Well this is familiar.” Anon mumbled as he wrapped his arms around the crying princess.
Eventually, the princess calmed down enough to start talking again, though slightly muffled by Anon’s shirt. “You bastard!” she sobbed angrily, “Two years! Two damned years without so much as a letter from you!” She started pounding her fists against his chest at this point. “Why!? Just tell me why!”
Anon just sighed as he gently rubbed Jasmine’s back. “Tell you what,” he began in a comforting tone, “you let me take a seat, and then I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
Jasmine turned to look at the balcony. “There’s only one seat though. I mean, if you give me some time I could fiIIII!” Jasmine was cut off as Anon lifted her into his arms and carried her bridal style to the balcony, before sitting in the chair and plopping her down into his lap, her ass right on top of his crotch. Despite all that she had been through with him and the others, Jasmine couldn’t help but blush as she looked away from him. “I AM a married woman now you know.” She grumbled.
Anon just chuckled as he started rubbing the future queen’s back. “Well then,” he began calmly, “What did you want to talk about first?”
Jasmine had an answer to that almost immediately, “Caronaria. How has she been doing since I last saw her?”
Anon just smiled as a wistful look fell on his eyes. “She’s doing wonderfully really. Heck, she’s usually running most of us ragged through the palace. Never thought I’d see the day Iris and Urbosa were winded.”
Jasmine smiled at that, remembering her daughter’s own escapades through the palace. She then spoke up again, “So. Why have you been avoiding me for so long if I may ask? And why are you here and not back in Mus waiting for my father and Aladdin?”
Anon’s face turned stern at that question, “Well, first off I just wanted your father and husband out and about for a few days so we could talk more privately. As for why I’ve been avoiding you…well…It’s not exactly an easy thing to answer I’m afraid…”
“Try.” Jasmine said in a tone that would brook no arguments.
Anon sighed before continuing on. “Well, for starters, there’s the fact that I’m pretty certain if I DID ever visit in the earlier days, we’d be fucking every free moment we had, most likely knocking you up again, and with no way to hide what happened. Rather doubt your father would’ve been content with a forced marriage at that point given everything else.”
“Fair enough,” Jasmine said, “so what about at my wedding? None of you showed up!”
“Well,” Anon began casually, “For starters, same issue as before. I’m not about to run the risk of cuckolding a man on his wedding day. Secondly, I had a rather severe issue back home that required everyone’s attention.”
“Which was?” Jasmine inquired as her eyes looked up at Anon.
Anon paused for a long moment before finally answering the princess in his lap. “My own wedding…” he said with no small amount of discomfort.
“Explain. Now.” Jasmine spoke in a very dangerous tone.
“In my defense, I had no idea something like that was going to happen.” Anon began, “You see, there’s this queen in a kingdom to the West by the name of Elsa, never married, recently took the throne, and looking to expand trade in the East, and she’s offering something that would be an undeniable boon to Mus.”
“So what could this harlot offer your kingdom that Agrabah could not?” Jasmine asked, her tone still dripping with venom.
Anon winced as he spoke again, “A way to transport larger quantities of water, with less effort on our part. Right now, we have to use enormous containers to ship water because a fair amount of it evaporates in transit. But this queen, and I have NO idea how she does it, can produce massive quantities of ice.”
“What does Ice have to do with anything?” Jasmine spat.
“A lot Jasmine.” Anon spoke firmly. “By shipping large blocks of ice, the water has to melt before it can start evaporating. This lets us ship more water, with smaller transports and containers, farther distances. That is a MASSIVE boon for us in terms of trade.”
Jasmine was silent for a long while before speaking up again in a very hurt tone, “So this is why you came to visit then? To wait until the bridges were all burned before leaving me for another woman? And what about Caronaria!? She’s supposed to be your heir for Allah’s sake!”
“And she will be!” Anon spoke up in a panic, “I’m not gonna bore you with the details, but Caronaria WILL inherit Mus, while any offspring between Elsa and I rule her kingdom. As for why I came to visit, the truth of the matter is that I realized recently that I accidently cheated you with our agreement so long ago.”
At that, Jasmine raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Oh? I’d like to know how.”
Anon’s hand moved from Jasmine’s back to her hip, causing the seated princess to jump a bit, “Well Jasmine, you’ve provided me with an heir, but I’ve separated a mother from her child. It only seems fair that we make me into a father separated from his child.”
Jasmine’s eyes rose up to look at Anon’s own pair as Anon’s hands started rubbing her hips. “You ARE aware that I’m a married woman right? And that I love my husband?”
“Yes, I do Jasmine.” Anon groaned as has hands started pawing and groping at Jasmine’s ass, “and what I’m recommending is fairness. Love has nothing to do with it.” He then started lightly kissing Jasmine’s neck, causing the princess to shudder in pleasure.
“Anon please,” Jasmine moaned out as she desperately tried to push away from Anon, “We can’t! If I get pregnant…”
Anon slid his hands inside Jasmine’s pants for more direct access to her gropeable ass, reveling in her skin’s smoothness, “Then they’ll think it’s your husband’s Jasmine. I’m assuming you and Aladdin do have sex on a decent basis, yes?”
Jasmine just moaned as she struggled to think clearly, “We…we do…but it’s been awhile and mmmmm.”
Anon interrupted her protests with a passionate lip lock, one of his hands removed from her ass, and grasping the back of her head, keeping the princess still as he practically face fucked her with his tongue. As they broke away, a trail of saliva dangling between them, Jasmine wrapped her arms around Anon’s neck, “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t missed you.” She moaned out before forcing her lips against Anon’s own, the two moaning gently as Jasmine ground her pelvis against Anon’s.
Anon then moved his hands to Jasmine’s thighs, and with a grunt lifted her up as he stood up, their lips still mashed against each other. He then lowered her onto the balcony’s railing, her back to the city and her feet a few inches off the ground. Anon then broke the kiss and stepped back, gazing at the now breathless princess, her breasts heaving heavily as she attempted to catch her breath, her nipples poking through her top. With not even a second thought, he reached out with both of his hands, and grasped both of her large orbs, squeezing them roughly as the princess gasped and moaned.
“Good lord but I missed you.” Anon growled out as his hands grasped the sides of Jasmine’s top, splitting it apart with one strong pull, leaving the princess’ breasts exposed and quaking as she shuddered from the cold, the tattered remains of her top flew away on the wind. Anon then leaned his head down and started nuzzling Jasmine’s breasts, licking and sucking at the generous amount of flesh while his hands squeezed them together, causing Jasmine to groan as her arms wrapped around Anon’s head, pressing him harder against her bosom.
“Oh Anon…” Jasmine moaned as she squirmed on the railing. “Don’t tease me; I’ve needed you inside me for too long!”
At that, Anon took a hand off of her tits and moved it to the front of her dampening pants before grabbing hold and pulling, tearing the front of the crotch off and leaving it to dangle, leaving her dripping pussy exposed. He then lowered his pants enough to allow his member out before moving both of his hands to Jasmine’s hips for leverage. After a brief moment to ensure he was aimed properly, he looked right into Jasmine’s eyes before thrusting himself fully into the princess in one firm thrust, causing her to throw her head back as she desperately tried to hold back her moans.
“Yesssss!” She hissed through grit teeth, “Oh I’ve missed having you inside me Anon!”
Anon said nothing, instead focusing on thrusting into the princess, his hands gripping her hips hard to keep her on the balcony as he plowed her with long, strong thrusts, causing Jasmine to grunt as he bottomed out, her breasts shaking wildly with every impact.
“So tell me,” Anon grunted out as he thrust, “how do I compare to your husband?”
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jasmine gasped out, “Y-you’re both dIFFFerent, Oh Allah, He…he’s much more gentleEEE and, oh yes, you’re just more, more! MORE!” Jasmine’s descriptions faded as she began babbling incoherently as Anon picked up the pace of his thrusts.
Anon just grinned as he stared at the incoherent princess. “I wonder,” he said in a low tone, “what would the people below us think if they could see you now?” Jasmine’s eyes regained their focus at hearing that. Anon continued on, “To see their beloved princess in the arms of a foreign sultan, getting fucked like a common whore and loving very second of it!” His thrusts became more rapid at this point as Jasmine clung her arms to Anon, her juices flowing to the ground between them. “”Heh. You love the idea even after all this time, don’t you Jasmine? “
Rather than answer him, Jasmine instead forced her lips to Anon’s, muffling her scream as her pussy quivered in orgasm, drawing Anon himself over the edge from the increased pressure, their combined juices pooling on the floor beneath them as they slowly came down from their highs, the two panting for breath as they parted.
“By…By Allah I’ve missed this.” Jasmine gasped out as she basked in the afterglow.
Anon simply nodded, his hands rubbing Jasmine’s thighs. Eventually though, Anon voiced a question he’d had on his mind for a fair bit now. “So,” he began, “where exactly is your bedroom?”
Jasmine’s face took on a confused look at that question. “Down the hall, third on the right. But whYYYY!” Jasmine let out a small shriek as Anon threw her on top of his shoulder like a slab of meat and started marching down the hall till he found the door in question. Without a second thought, he pushed open the door and strode inside.
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Inside the room was what you could expect from the bedroom of a royal couple. Fancy dressers, access to a balcony, but most importantly was the large bed with privacy curtains. After kicking the doors closed, Anon flung Jasmine onto the mattress where she landed with a small oof.
“Am I really going to do this?” Jasmine thought to herself as Anon started undressing himself before he started ridding the princess of her shoes and the remains of her pants, “Am I really about to defile my wedding bed with another man?” Her eyes shut as she thought on this. “True, I already defiled my marriage, but this is taking it to an entirely different level. She felt the part of the mattress on the sides of her head shift. “I shouldn’t do this, I need to stop.” She then opened her eyes and saw Anon’s erect member dangling in front of her face, with Anon on all fours above her.
“Fuck it,” Jasmine thought, “I’m not ending this early. This is happening. ” She then grasped at Anon’s dick with both of her hands and started jerking him off, her hands stroking back and forth slowly. “Oh, you’ve missed this haven’t you Anon?” Jasmine whispered huskily. All she got in response was a groan, but as Anon’s hips thrust forward, she smirked at the unspoken answer. “Yeah, I knew you did.” She then leaned up and licked at the head before giving it a long suck, a small popping noise going out as she pulled her head back. “There’s nothing quite like a royal mouth is there?” She then took hold of Anon’s hips, helping to guide his erection into her mouth, slowly sliding the entirety of Anon’s cock down her throat.
“Mmm.” Jasmine moaned around the erection in her mouth, causing Anon to shudder from the vibrations. He then began slowly thrusting in and out of Jasmine’s mouth, the princess’ mouth slurping and sucking all the while.
“Mmph!” *Slurp*” Mmmf!” *Schlorp* “Mmmm!” *Schlop* “GRHK!”
Jasmine then started choking as Anon suddenly thrust himself down to the base of his dick and held himself there, Jasmine gurgling and coughing around his mast all the while as he ground his crotch into her face. Before her vision could start fading however, Anon pulled out just as quickly as he had started thrusting, leaving Jasmine to enter into a coughing fit as he slid down so that his pelvis was just below the princess’ breasts.
As soon as Jasmine caught her breath, she leaned down to glare at Anon. “You KNOW I hate it when you do that.” She growled at the sultan from elsewhere. Anon did nothing but gently bat at the sides of Jasmine’s breasts, causing the generous orbs to jiggle. With a roll of her eyes, Jasmine moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and pressed them together, forming a tight valley. Anon then slid his member between Jasmine’s tits until his hips hit the bottom of her breasts, the head of his member touching her lips. Anon then began thrusting, slowly fucking the princess’ tits, his hips letting out a light clapping sound as they slapped at the bottom of her breasts, each slap causing Jasmine’s breasts to quake lightly.
“I swear Anon,” Jasmine began as she gazed at the head of Anon’s pre leaking dick, “I really don’t get what you see in this.”
Anon grabbed at Jasmine’s nipples, drawing a moan out of the princess that grew louder as he pulled them upwards. “Well your majesty, “he began with a smile, “I’d imagine it’s just something us men will keep a secret.” He then began thrusting wildly into her cleavage, the smacking of his hips against her breasts echoing throughout the room and mixing with Anon and Jasmine’s groans.
Not too much longer from that, Anon released his grip on Jasmine’s nipples and grabbed at Jasmine’s hands as his thrusting picked up speed and he began breathing heavier. Jasmine’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. She then opened her mouth wide just as Anon thrust one final time, his dick erupting as his seed shot out, spraying Jasmine in the face, most of it hitting her open mouth, but plenty still hitting the rest of her head. As Anon came down from his high, his grip relaxed and he fell to the side in a panting heap.
Jasmine just turned her head to stare at Anon with an annoyed look on her face She then leaned over to the opposite side of the bed where a towel and bowl of water had been placed for just such an occasion. (If there was ONE area Aladdin matched Anon, it was ammo.) After she had cleaned herself, she crawled over to Anon, straddled him so that his now half mast cock with pressed between his stomach and her cunt and glared right in his face.
“You’re still so wasteful.” She growled at Anon as she began grinding against his member. “If you’re serious about knocking me up again, you can’t afford to waste so much as a drop Anon.”
Anon let out a little chuckle as he stroked Jasmine’s legs. “I must say Princess; you strike me as much more eager for this arrangement then you were before.”
Jasmine felt anon slowly return to full mast. “Just shut up and fuck me.” She groaned out as she lifted her hips enough to aim his now erect member and slid it inside her, a loud groan echoing out from the two through the room. “Oh Allah Anon,” Jasmine moaned as she settled atop of Anon, “you always make me feel so full.” She then began rocking her hips back and forth, squishing noises mixing with their moaning.
“C’mon Jasmine.” Anon moaned out as his hands reached up to rest on her hips. “Show me how much you missed this.” He then gave her hips a small slap to further drive the point. With a grunt, Jasmine placed her hands on Anon’s chest to better give herself leverage as she started lifting her hips up and down, the bed beneath the lovers squeaking all the while.
“You know Jasmine,” Anon grunted out, “I had another question about your husband.”
“Ohhh,” Jasmine moaned out as one of her hands moved to her bouncing breasts, massaging one while the other was free to flail, “Don’t talk about him right now please.”
“Can’t help it.” Anon responded casually. “Just too curious, so I have to know, who’s better?”
Jasmine stopped riding Anon as she looked him in the eyes, her own wide with shock at the question. “W-What!?” She exclaimed.
“Who’s better?” Anon asked again. “I know you said we were different in how we fucked your brains out,” as he said this he ground into Jasmine’s pussy, causing the princess to moan, “But I want to know which of us does you better?”
Now, despite what she was currently doing, Jasmine loved Aladdin dearly, there was no two ways about that. One just did not go through what she had with him and not feel SOMETHING for the other. But…there really was no two ways about it. Aladdin was a gentleman, kind and loving, and while it was nice in its own way, for Jasmine it just didn’t measure up to Anon’s methods. It wasn’t the humiliation or the degradation, though she had grown to enjoy those aspects, but the domination. If she gave Anon any chance, he would tear her clothes off and ravish her until she couldn’t walk, and she loved every moment of it.
But that love for Aladdin forced her to at least TRY and say nothing. In a desperate attempt to get Anon’s mind off of the question Jasmine started lifting and lowering her hips wildly as she moaned louder than ever.
“Ooooh! Come on Anon!” She said as she rode the foreign sultan’s dick, her tits bouncing wildly as she arched her back to better display them, “Enough with the fooling around! Fuck me hard and give me another baby!”
Anon however, was not having that. He grabbed hold of Jasmine’s hips and pulled her down, forcing her to sit unmoving on Anon’s dick no matter how much she struggled. “No Jasmine,” Anon said firmly, “I want to know, and until you tell me we aren’t doing anything else.”
This was horrible for Jasmine. Two years from Anon, her thirst finally able to be quenched, and he was denying her after some, admittedly very filling, samples! She struggled to hold out, but between Anon slowly starting to grind into her again and her own desires, that resistance was quickly wearing out. Finally, just as Anon looked to be settling in to go to sleep, Jasmine muttered what she had to say.
“You.”
“I’m sorry?” Anon asked. “Didn’t quite catch that.”
“You’re better.” Jasmine muttered louder as she struggled to move her hips.
“Y’know, if you’re not going to tell me, we can just go to bed.” Anon said mockingly.
“YOU DAMNIT! YOU!” Jasmine screamed desperately. “YOU’RE BETTER THAN ALADDIN! YOU’RE BETTER THAN HE’LL EVER BE! JUST PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME!”
Anon just smiled at hearing that. “Can do Jasmine.” He said warmly. Rather than take his hands off of her hips however, Anon flipped the princess to the side so that her back was on the mattress, with Anon on top of her. Then, with no affection or tenderness, started slamming himself into Jasmine’s depths with near bruising force, the bed rocking from his impacts as Jasmine shrieked with each thrust, her tits bouncing upwards.
“OH! OH ANON!” Jasmine screamed out, “YES! DON’T STOP! DON’T EVER STOP!” Jasmine wrapped her legs around Anon’s waist, tightly wrapping around him and ensuring that his thrusts would be quicker, her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging his head down to the side of her neck as she clung desperately to him, sweat pouring off of their bodies.
“That’s it Jasmine!” Anon hissed in her ear, “Moan and scream for me! Just like the little slut you really are!”
“JUST FOR YOU ANON!” Jasmine screamed in her defense, “I’M YOUR SLUT!”
“DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE!” Anon shouted back. With a grunt, he lifted himself off of Jasmine despite her desperate grip, and with no small amount of effort on his part grabbed hold of her legs and pulled them apart, ending her leg lock on him. He then moved said legs into a position he hadn’t done since the first time he took her, placing her legs on his shoulders and then leaning forward, pressing down on Jasmine, his member going deeper inside of her until is finally pressed against the entrance to her womb, causing Jasmine’s eyes to roll into the back of her head from sheer mind numbing bliss.
“Now listen.” Anon said in a stern voice. “Your husband is free to have your heart; he is free to have your body, but your womb? It belongs to only us. All of your sons and daughters will be sired by me. Is that understood?”
“Yes!” Jasmine groaned. “Only you Anon! Please, give it to me! Give me another child!”
With that, Anon resumed fucking Jasmine. His every thrust long and slow on the exit, but always slammed in with as much force as he could muster, forcing the air out of Jasmine’s lungs with every thrust as Anon plowed her into the mattress. Jasmine’s mouth was hanging open, her tongue dangling as Anon went, her mind nearly completely blank.
“Grk!” Anon groaned out. “I’m coming Jasmine! I’m gonna cum right into your womb!”
Jasmine’s response was nothing but incoherent babbling, but if the quivering in her pussy was any indicator, she wasn’t too far behind. With one final thrust, Anon let out a primal yell as his seed flooded in inside of Jasmine’s cunt, flooding her womb and then some as his load slowly poured out from around them, Jasmine’s back arching as she screamed, her own juices mixing with Anon’s and joining his own beneath the two.
With a long drawn out moan from the two, Anon collapsed atop of Jasmine, her legs falling to the sides, both sultan and princess gasping desperately to catch their breath. Eventually, Jasmine gently wrapped her arms and legs around Anon as she clung to him to better feel him. Eventually she muttered out something that Anon could barely catch.
“I love you.”
Anon just smiled as he picked himself up and stared at Jasmine’s brown eyes before leaning down, his lips meeting hers again, much more gently than before with Jasmine eagerly returning the kiss. Eventually though, a twitching sensation between her lower lips forced her to break off the kiss with an annoyed look on her face. “Really Anon? I know you’re just about always ready, but…really?”
Anon’s smile turned into a smirk as he lifted one of Jasmine’s legs and moved the princess so that she was on her side, the leg Anon grabbed resting on his shoulder again. “Princess,” he began cheerfully, “I’ve been going cold on any sexual relations for this for a week, something that pissed the harem off to no end I might add, just for this. If we aren’t still going by the time the sun rises, I’m going to be a massive disappointment to myself.”
Any further dialogue was stifled by moaning as Anon began thrusting into Jasmine again.
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They carried on like that throughout the night and into the morning, Anon claiming every inch of Jasmine that he comfortably could, until she was practically dripping with his seed. Sometime at noon the day after, Aladdin and Jasmine’s father had returned. Apparently Anon had sent them a messenger that he would be coming to Agrabah to meet with them over the issues, but the messenger had gotten lost, and the two groups somehow never met each other on the way to the other’s kingdom. After a bit of good humored laughter at the situation, this actually helped ensure that the meeting went smoothly. Of course, they never did find out that there was no messenger, nor what Anon was actually doing in Agrabah.
There would be many stories written from this point, of the many ways Anon and Jasmine met to fornicate like Rabbits. Awkward conversations when Aladdin recommended engaging “His” and Jasmine’s children with Elsa and Anon’s own, MANY meetings with the rest of the Harem, and on. Such matters however, are far beyond this fanfic.
Y’know. Unless the author wants to put that in as a side chapter or something.
End. (For now until further notice.)
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Sorry for the wait folks, RL can kick you in the ass sometimes lemme tell you.
For those of you who may be wondering, no, I don’t hate the Aladdin character to any degree. Really, I don’t. I just happen to have a fetish for the cheating wives thing, as long as the character you’re most rooting for is the guy she’s cheating with.
Anyway, that’s about it for this fic. Still not closing it down on the off chance I come up with side stories and the like, but by and large this one is done. Up next, I plan to get back to Changing the Grade for a couple of side chapters, and then I plan on working on that Dragon Quest fic. For those of you who couldn’t stand the cheating here, trust me, that one WILL make for a solid palette cleanser. (Doubly so if you have trouble finding any NON-NTR Dragon Quest V doujins.)
As always, drop me a review to let me know what you think, or if you have any ideas you’d like me to look at. I always enjoy reading them, even if they aren’t complimentary!
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