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Arabian Nights	By : FreakyDarling Category: +1 through F > Aladdin (Disney) > Aladdin (Disney) Views: 86344 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Aladdin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: What if Genie had been able to grant the wish of making someone fall madly in love with you? Wouldn’t Jafar’s last request change things up a bit? My first shot at a Dark, NC-17 fic.

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“I wish the Princess Jasmine would fall desperately in love with me,” Jafar rasped. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, as she gasped in shock. Had he gone utterly mad? What would ever make her fall in love with him? Aladdin was who her heart belonged to.

“As you wish,” the genie sadly said, pointing fin finger at her. She shook her head, praying he was only joking. Instead, a beam of yellow lightning shot out and hit her square in the heart.

She felt as if someone had placed her upon a cloud. Her feet felt light and airy. Her mind was off somewhere in a distant land and all she could think about was the way Jafar looked so attractive. Something told her it was wrong, but for once she didn’t care. She was tired of being the proper princess, the prize to be won over by any man. Why couldn’t she do the winning over? What was wrong with being the one in control?

There he sat, on her father’s throne. His eyes were glued to her and she couldn’t stop the heat of her core from spreading throughout her entire body. She could tell, by the way he smirked at her, that he approved with the slinky red outfit she had on.

Thinking devilishly, she strutted forward, until she was all but on top of him. Sensually, she pulled the dagger at his waist belt away. He watched her, in awe, as she sliced her pants, turning the fabric into the shortest skirt he had ever seen. Not done with her fun yet, even though she was sure he was enjoying what he saw by the way his body was reacting, she returned to his side.

“Jafar,” she purred in his ear, gently licking the edge of it with the tip of her tongue.

“Jasmine,” his hand slid up her right thigh, the fingers dancing around her black lace undergarment. “Have you forgotten about the street rat completely?”

“Who?” she asked, not knowing to whom he was referring.

“I think the genie has finally done something right, but just to make sure,” he said, his fingers inching under the fabric. Before Jasmine knew what was happening, one of his long fingers was thrusted up into her jewel. She let out a tight gasp, feeling both pain and pleasure as her virgin folds were assaulted by him.

Just as quickly as he had shoved his finger up, he pulled it back out and she whimpered in response. “Would you like more, my sweet desert rose?” he asked, his eyes taking a deep lustful glaze over them.

“Yes,” she begged, climbing up into his lap, and straddling him.

“Then,” he began, pressing his erection into her stomach, “I would like for you to kill the street rat.” She gave him a confused look. “Aladdin,” he sneered, pointing at boy behind her, who was staring at her like she had just broken his heart. She didn’t remember him at all. Who was he? She knew she had to have known him from somewhere, but now that didn’t matter. She loved Jafar and he had asked her to kill this mere boy. So she would.

“Jasmine, no,” the Aladdin character backed away as she somersaulted over his head and landed behind him, holding the knife against his neck.

“Kill him!” Jafar shouted, nearly tearing the arm rests of the Sultan’s chair off. Jasmine wasted no time in slicing the blade across Aladdin’s throat. He coughed, falling to the floor by her feet, hand over the bloody wound. “Perfect, my darling,” Jafar cooed, as she sat upon his lap, sucking on the flesh of his neck.

“Perhaps, the street rat’s final moments should be more easy on him. Guards,” he clapped his hands and the military staff appeared. “Take our prisoners to the dungeon to rot, but bring the street rat to my bed chamber, I have something for him to see.” The guards drug the Sultan, the kitten of Rajah, and the genie’s lamp out of the throne room. Two more followed Jafar and Jasmine into the Sultan’s chambers, which now belonged to Jafar.

When they got in the room, they dumped Aladdin to the floor, and left, shutting the large doors behind them. Jasmine didn’t even look at the bleeding boy, her eyes were focused on the man who held her heart.

“Jafar,” she murmured, in a seductive voice, “Come here.” She laid on the bed, running a hand down over the silk material of the covers.

“Just a minute,” he told her, smiling when he saw the slight pout on her lips. “You see, street rat. The only thing you ever wanted is now going to be mine. She killed you and now she’s going to give herself to me. Can’t you see how much she wants me? She never wanted you. Jasmine is mine.”

Aladdin could only cough up more blood in response. Jafar chuckled, then dropped his cloak off, revealing that he wore nothing but some form of undergarments. Jasmine, nearly jumped upon him, when he undressed in front of her. The aching in her was starting to become hard to harness. She couldn’t control the drive she felt for him any longer.

Keeping her eyes on him at all times, she stripped out of her skirt and top, revealing her black lace thong and bra. Slowly, she undid all her jewelry, letting the gold fall to the bed, then roll off the sheets to the floor. Kneeling there, her legs parted, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip, lazily staring at him.

Jafar walked over in slow smooth strides. When he reached her, he pushed her down. “Spread,” he commanded, hands on her inner thighs to help her move her legs apart. Making sure Aladdin could see, he pushed a finger into her, glad when he heard her moan in pleasure.

“Bastard,” Aladdin managed to hiss, but Jafar only smirked and shoved another finger up into her core. “Jasmine, try to resist him!”

However, this time Jasmine let out a small cry, one of her hands holding onto Jafar’s, pushing it farther into her, then yanking it out, only to push it back in again. “Harder,” she panted as he copied her rhythm, placing a third finger into her honey glazed flower. “Mmm…more,” she begged, her hands finding his throbbing erection.

It was his turn to moan, for while his fingers caressed her folds, her fingers started to trail patterns over his swelling cock. When he stopped pleasuring her for a moment, she stopped as well. Both stared at each other, trying not to be the first to back down, but Jafar couldn’t stand to see her eyes look at him that way. He took off his boxers, delighted by the noise she made when she saw his manhood.

He peeled her remaining undergarments off, not upset. They had hardly been in the way. Pulling her up into a sitting position,he laid back down on the bed. His hands went onto either side of her face and he drew her down below his torso.

Jasmine knew what he needed. She grabbed his penis with her left hand, while the right one stroked his balls. To tease him, she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then quicker until his heart was going so fast that he was panting. He got harder so she quickened the motion of her strokes, and took him fully in her mouth, allowing her tongue to tell him how she felt about him.

The taste of his juice attacked her and she sucked hard, finger still working on the regions around his cock. “Jasmine,” he rasped, tilting his head back in ecstasy. “Jasmine!”

Smiling, the princess finally released him, sliding her hands up his legs, up his chest, and then locking her hands together behind his neck. He grinned up at her, before dropping his gaze to the aroused nipples in front of him. Still watching her, he licked the tip of one of her rosy peaks.

“Jafar,” she whispered.

“Not yet,” he told her, turning her over until he was once again on top. He kissed her, all the way down her body. When he got to her neck, he bit the skin there until it left a mark that was purple. Then he moved down to the next target, which was her breast, and did the same thing, earning him an erotic moan from Jasmine. Not finished, he continued planting love bites down her body, leaving one on her stomach, then one on each of her inner thighs, until he got to his main target.

Her opening was gushing liquid. He bent his head down over her clit. To get revenge for her tease, he lapped at the juices that flowed so freely from her core. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer to her. Pleased by her reaction, Jafar thrusted his tongue into her depths, searching, and tasting the entire time. Jasmine found it hard to breathe and started gasping.

“Jafar,” she begged again.

“It’s time,” he answered, drawing back from where he had been, licking his lips.

He crushed her mouth with his own, bruising her lips. “But first,” he said. “To make it more fun,” he got off the bed and tapped his staff on the floor. Chains appeared and he shackled his wrists to Jasmine’s, then did the same for their ankles. “Now you can’t get away,” he smirked, before chaining those chains to the edges of the bed.

Jasmine laid down underneath him, opening her legs wide. Jafar allowed his eyes to view her entire naked body. She was beautiful. Her deeply tanned skin was so pale where she was normally covered. Her bare breasts jiggled with every slight motion and he could feel the heat radiating from her clit, though he was a couple feet away.

“Please,” she whimpered, pleading with her eyes for him to take her.

Before she could utter another word, he rammed his manhood into her, breaking her virgin barrier. Jasmine let out a painful, lustful cry. But he wasn’t done. He repeated the process multiple times, squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples, until he decided that they needed to change up a few things. He moved her into a hunched over position, holding onto her waist, with her buttocks facing his hips. Then he thrusted into her again and again, making her scream out his name each time.

Unchaining them from the bed, he shoved Jasmine against a wall, pushing his rock hard cock into her again. She wrapped her legs around his torso, allowing them to move together in the beat of sex. While she was held up on the wall, his teeth made new marks all over her breasts and collar bone.

When she reached her climax, he was soon to follow. They managed to get over to the bed, and fall under the sheets, exhausted. Neither one nod thd the dead man lying on their floor as they shifted off to sleep.
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