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She found him outside his office, talking to one of the clerks. Giving them both a smile she darted past them and into the office, where she seated herself in his chair. The way they were standing Jafar could see her, but the wall blocked the clerk's view of her. With a wicked grin she slowly pulled her skirt up, bunching the fabric so he could catch a glimpse of it, then she reached her hand down, underneath her underwear and started fingering herself. By the minute widening of his eyes he understood what she was doing, and was doing his best not to react. She pulled her hand up again and licked her fingers, before returning them to her pussy. He swallowed, then resolutely looked away. Her smirk widened, and she glanced over his desk. There was a map of the palace laid out, and she leaned forward, hand still playing with her folds. That room they had fucked in, and that one… And that one. Where else could they go? There was a store-room at the end of this wing. Probably used for papers, quills, ink and the like. Maybe that could be a suitable location for a quick tryst before the council-meeting? Movement by the door had her look up, and Jafar entered the room with dark eyes.
“You will be the death of me.”
She just hummed and pulled her fingers up to lick them slowly. He groaned, then watched as she moved the fingers to point at the map.
“That room there. Is it much in use?”
He leaned closer.
“The supply-room? No.”
“It looks like it’s big enough for the two of us?”
His reply was a slow smirk.
Getting into the room without anyone discovering them was fairly easy since most of the officials and clerks were still at breakfast, but that also meant they had to be quick, since they might arrive at any moment. As soon as they were inside she pulled off her underwear, then he lifted her up onto a crate and she raised one leg, bracing it against the wall. He knelt between her legs and licked along her cleft, finding her already slick from playing with herself earlier. Swirling his tongue around her clit had her biting her lip and moaning before she ran her fingers through his hair and gave him a little push, urging him on. Slowly he slid two fingers inside her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast, so she tightened her grip on his hair and pulled. He rose up and gave in to her silent demand, kissing her hard as he pulled his cock free from the confines of his clothes. Placing the head of his cock at her entrance he then put his hands on her hips and pulled her forward so she was sitting right at the edge of the crate. The movement pushed him inside her, just barely, and she moaned against his lips. With one quick movement he pushed all the way in. She slid one hand between them, rubbing her pearl in time with his trusts, and could feel herself start to tremble. Her breathing was shallow, quick bursts, and then her entire body just tensed like a bowstring before a rush of pleasure flowed through her. She clenched hard around him, making him groan and slam into her hard two more times before he too trembled and his hips jerked. His cock pulsed inside her, making her clench around it again, and she swore she could feel his cum spurting inside her. It felt dirty and delicious, and she shuddered again.
Once they had recovered sufficiently she got down from the crate and pulled her underwear back on again. She could feel it soaking through with his cum right away, but that only made her smirk at him. They straightened their clothes and hair, and he checked the hallway. Still empty, but they moved quickly back to his office just in case. She gave him one last kiss just inside the door, then she left for her rooms to clean up.
~*~
He had waited a little after she left to avoid suspicion, but that meant he could hear people arriving at their offices. They had been awfully close to getting caught. And just as he did leave his office he heard a clerk snickering by the door to the supply-room. Glancing that way he caught the young man grinning at one of the other clerks and jokingly ask if his girlfriend had come to wish him a good morning. Jafar left quickly to avoid their attention, returning to his own rooms to change and clean himself a bit. It would not do to show up to the council-meeting smelling like sex. Especially not as he was seated close to Jasmine’s father.
Though, upon arrival to the council-room he found that his seat had been moved, so Jasmine was seated between him and her father. Which suited him fine. And it was a permanent change, to Jasmine’s apparent surprise. Maybe he would need to put in some effort to teach her the stuff he had told her father he was teaching her. If they could keep their hands off each other for long enough to actually do any of the lessons he had planned. But they had time.
~*~
It took a week before he had managed to secure a servant-outfit for himself and one for Jasmine, but that evening she put her disguise to use. They had left them at the tower-room, to prevent any of her maids discovering it in her rooms, and she dropped by to change once the evening meal was complete. Sneaking through the back-corridors where she normally would never go felt naughty and thrilling, and when she got to his rooms carrying a stack of bed-linens she glanced around. The corridor was empty, and part of her was a little disappointed that her acting-skills weren’t put more to the test. But the sensible part of her was glad. It wouldn’t do for anyone to discover her there, or worse, someone thinking Jafar was sleeping with the servants. She dashed inside, and since Jafar was not around she took the opportunity to have a look around. The bed was fairly large for one person, but nowhere near as big as the one Jasmine had, and it was made in a lovely dark wood with a deep blue bed-cover. There were two shelves full of books. Overflowing in fact. Which was rather impressive since she knew how expensive books were here. A table with a mosaic surface, and two chairs stood next to the doors to a small balcony. And there was a bench with a wash-basin and a large jug close to the door. Over it hung a mirror of polished brass. Next to the bench stood a wardrobe and dresser in the same dark wood as the bed. Several ornamental brass lamps hung from hooks on the wall spaced throughout the room, and there was a woven wall-hanging draped on the largest wall. He had clearly attempted to make his space more cosy, something she hadn’t expected from the man. It wasn’t a large room, but it suited him.
Not entirely sure how long it would take before he returned to his room to change for the evening meal, she started looking through the books he had. When nearly half an hour had passed she was getting restless and leaned out to examine the balcony. To her surprise she couldn’t see any other balconies or even windows from it. Two towers bracketed the balcony, blocking the view to the sides, and upwards the canopy obscured all view. On this side of the palace there was no garden, only unobstructed view out over the city far below. It was actually a really nice spot. And, nobody would see her if she got naked. An idea formed, just in time for her to hear the door open inside the room. She had a moment’s pause, then peeked into the room, just to check. But it was Jafar who had arrived, and he didn’t appear to have noticed her presence yet. She watched as he walked over to the wardrobe, kicked off his sandals and started taking off his heavy black robe. Underneath he had the same sleeveless shirt he had had that first time in the tower, and she watched him pull that off as well. The sight of his muscular arms and back made her bite her lip and clench her thighs together. Not bothering to wait any more she stepped into the room and spoke in a husky voice;
“Does your princess know that you entertain servants in your quarters?”
He spun around, then relaxed once he realized it was her. Confusion flashed in his eyes, then calculation. He dropped his shirt into the wardrobe without looking and moved towards her.
“I am sure my princess would be furious to find you here. But, now that you are here… There is something you can help me with.”
She smirked at him joining her in the little roleplaying.
“Oh? Do you need me to make your bed? Or maybe you need help polishing your staff?”
He stalked closer and pulled the scarf off her hair.
“First you would need to remove your clothes. What I need you to do is dirty work, and we would not want them to get soiled.”
“Oh, yes, that does seem sensible.”
She started stripping her clothes off, dropping them onto the chair, until she was completely naked.
“What now, Grand Vizier?”
“Now you need to help me undress. We would not want my clothes to get dirty either, do we?”
“No, of course not.”
Quickly she knelt down and started working his pants down his hips, leaning close so her breath would brush over his thigh. He was already hard, straining against the fabric, and she ghosted her lips over his head when it sprung free. She took his pants and hung them over the chair, still kneeling in front of him. When she looked up into his face his eyes were dark with desire.
“What did you need my assistance with?”
He threw a glance around the room, then his eyes focused on the wash-bowl.
“I would need you to clean me before dinner.”
Licking her lips she got up and poured water into the bowl, then picked up the sponge and soaked it. He had followed her over to the bench and stood still as she started running the sponge over his body. She took her time, enjoying the way his skin glistened when wet, and then the temptation became too much.
“I do not think the sponge is enough. I may have to use my tongue.”
“Yes, you should do a thorough job.”
Taking that as permission she leaned close and licked a trail over his chest, circling around one of the nipples. She kept using the sponge, but followed it’s path, licking up stray droplets of water. Slowly she moved lower on his body, closer to his cock. She ran the sponge over his abdomen, then down, cleaning his balls before sucking one of them into her mouth. He grasped the edge of the bench and groaned. Kneeling in front of him she threw a glance towards the balcony and felt naughty. She licked along his shaft, then gave him a pretend innocent look.
“We should go out on the balcony so that I have better light to see. We would not want any dirt to remain.”
He blinked down at her, glanced at the balcony, then swallowed and nodded. She got up and rinsed the sponge, before going towards the open doorway.
Once outside she turned towards him and resumed cleaning him, slowly, with lots of caresses. It was very erotic, and she loved that she was free to touch his skin everywhere, watching droplets run down his dark skin over taut muscles. Biting her lip she glanced at him through her lashes.
“I think I may know a way to clean you even better than with the sponge. You see, I am very slick and if you stick your cock inside of me it will come out clean.”
She turned around and leaned on the railing of the balcony, jutting her ass out. Looking over her shoulder she gave him her best wide-eyed innocent look.
“I am sure your princess would want you to be as clean as you could be.”
He stepped up behind her and stroked his cock along her cleft.
“I am sure you are right. She is after all very fastidious about cleanliness. I may have to stick it in several times to be absolutely sure it is clean.”
She wiggled her butt a little.
“I am ready, Grand Vizier. You may push it in.”
And he did just that, gripping her hips and sliding it in slowly. She gasped and closed her eyes, then opened them quickly again as he leaned over her and moved his hands to her breasts.
“Oh, that… is sensible. You need a good grip so you… do not slip out before… you are.. clean.”
He had started pumping into her, and his fingers played with her nipples. She pushed her ass back to meet his every thrust, and through half-closed eyes she looked out over Agrabah as he took her from behind. If only her subjects could have seen her now. She clenched around him, and he moved a hand from her breast and down to play with her pearl. Her breath stuttered, then she tried to speak again.
“Oh, you are… soo clever… That… will make me wetter… so I can… clean… you better.”
He groaned against her shoulder, and pushed into her hard, pinching her nipple and her clit at the same time. Her whole body jerked.
“Oh fuck! Yes!”
Her legs started trembling and her sex clenched hard around him. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. He shifted his grip to keep her upright, and fucked into her so hard she thought she might get bruises from it. And then his whole body shook and he bit her shoulder, groaning into her skin. He pumped twice more and she could feel the wetness trickle down the inside of her thigh.
After catching their breath they retreated back into the room, and put the sponge to work again. Jafar gave her a wicked grin.
“That was a most satisfactory cleaning. You are welcome to come to my rooms and assist me at any time.”
“Even after you are married?”
“I am sure the princess will appreciate your diligence at making sure I am clean and cared for.”
“Once you are married there are sure to be better facilities for the cleaning. Maybe even a bath.”
“That would be lovely.”
“Does the princess have her own attendant?”
“I do believe she does. Though, I think he provides other services for her.”
“Oh, lucky woman. To have both you and him.”
They smirked at each other, then Jasmine leaned close and kissed him.
“Once we are married it will be easier for my attendant to make an appearance.”
“I believe that will involve oils and massage.”
She gave him a heated look.
“Three more weeks…”
“Yes. Three more weeks of sneaking around.”
“Oh, we can continue the sneaking after as well. I am rather enjoying it.”
“And there are after all an awful lot of rooms remaining on our list.”
“Yes, and possibly some balconies as well.”
“That was a surprise.”
“I checked, and it didn’t appear to be any way for anyone to see us.”
“Would that have stopped you?”
“Probably not once we are married.”
“Ah… Well, then there should be plenty of places that can be suitable for a little tryst. There is this alcove in the library where I use to sit and read. It is partially hidden, so if we can be quiet…”
“Oh… I am going to have to design some outfits that will make… access easy if we are to be quick. And underwear will have to be optional in our marriage I suspect.”
“I can see no reason to complain about that.”
They finished cleaning up and got dressed. He left first, to make sure the coast was clear, and then the servant Yasmin hurried to the tower-room, and turned into Jasmine the princess.
~*~
The wedding itself was to be a three day long affair, but after the ceremony the first day Jasmine and Jafar would move in together into bigger chambers. Her servants had already started moving her possessions over to the new rooms, and on the morning of the first day when she woke up the maids stood ready with her wedding-outfit. There were more red silk and gold than she had thought were possible to use on a single dress. But first they had her bathe and did her make-up, including powdering her whole body. By the time the dress was on, her hair was put up into an elaborate style with golden ornaments and silk-flowers, the layers of veils was put on her, and the brocade slippers was put on she felt really nervous. Would everything go according to plan? Was Jafar ready? Would she be able to sit still for the hours that was required before the newlyweds were to be escorted to their new chambers?
Arwa, bless her soul, must have noticed the tension, because she brought over a small cup of strong tea, with a large dollop of something even stronger in it. Jasmine gave her a grateful smile. And then she was escorted to the great hall where she was seated on a pile of cushions in the spot where the throne usually stood. Shortly after Jafar was escorted in, to sit next to her. And she could not help but stare. The outfit he wore was like nothing she had ever seen him in before, shining silk and brocade, with golden embroidery and a golden necklace. Even his sandals had golden decorations on them. And his eyes had been lined with kohl, making them stand out. His hair was combed and styled, making the curls shine, and the beard seemed freshly trimmed and styled. She could hardly wait to drag him off to their new rooms for the wedding-night. Fortunately all the veils hid her no doubt hungry look from all the guests in attendance.
~*~
Sitting there next to Jasmine, in all that finery, with so many important guests… It all felt a little surreal. He had not seen her for two days because of preparations, and it was hard to see her expression under all the veils. But when attention was drawn towards the Sultan she scooted a little bit closer to him, and he shuffled a little to meet her, making their knees bump together. That small point of contact calmed him. The ceremony itself was short, and concluded with the removal of Jasmine’s veils, but the reception after was not. Guests from every neighboring country, and many from Agrabah itself, wanted to congratulate them and bestow gifts upon them. This took hours, and then there was a long meal. As per tradition he and Jasmine took turns feeding each other bits of the food, and the little minx made sure to lick his fingers as often as she could. By the end of the meal he was just about ready to toss her over his shoulder and make a run for it. But they had to endure the procession, with every guest who wanted to following them as they were led to their new chambers by the seneschal.
The doors were thrown wide open and he and Jasmine stepped inside what turned out to be a large reception chamber. Doors stood open into a large bed-chamber and out onto a large balcony, and there was a bath-chamber next to the bed-chamber with it’s own balcony. A walk-in-closet completed that side of the chambers, while on the other side there was a large office with two desks, one for each of them. It was a wast improvement of what he had had, but right now his attention was on Jasmine. She appeared to be trying to silently convey to the seneschal that they wanted to be alone, but the man was busily explaining features of the room loudly to all the gawkers by the door. When the man finally seemed to get the hint the princess was close to stomping her feet. To calm her Jafar took her hand and lifted it to place a kiss on her knuckles. Cooing from the door told him that the gesture had been well received there. But the heated look Jasmine gave him told him it had been even better received by her. At long last the guests were ushered out to continue the partying without them, and as soon as the door closed behind the last unwelcome intruder Jasmine all but threw herself at him.
“Husband!”
“Yes, wife?”
“Let’s practice making babies!”
“Practice?”
“Oh, yes, you can remove that spell now. But, wouldn’t it be better to wait a year. So we get plenty of time to practice?”
He gave her a grin and kissed her.
“As you wish.”
Her smile turned soft, and she took his hand, pulling him towards the bed-chamber.
He took off all his clothes and helped her off with hers, but left the jewelry on her and the flowers in her hair. It made her look every inch the princess she was, but it also felt very decadent. And as she crawled on top of him and rubbed her cleft along his shaft the earrings swayed, drawing his attention to her neck. Now they were married, so he no longer needed to restrain himself to avoid leaving marks. He leaned up and sucked and nibbled along her neck and collarbone. Her moans told him she enjoyed it, and when she lifted her hips a little and angled them so he slipped inside her he groaned into her neck, signalling his own appreciation. She rode him slowly as he mapped out every inch of skin he could reach with his lips, and she was very vocal about how much she loved what he did. He snuck a hand down to massage her clit, and then watched as she came undone, trembling and gasping. He was so close himself, but held back, and then he flipped her over and drove into her with a frenzy while she was still gasping and moaning. Her slick heat enveloped him, and her nails dug into his ass, and his balls drew up and he came so hard he forgot to breathe for a moment.
~*~
They laid side by side on the enormous bed and she gave him a lazy grin.
“That was one more room. Want to try the bathroom next?”
“Give me a little while to recover first.”
“Oh, my legs aren’t working yet. I’m just making plans…”
He leaned over and kissed her again. Then once more, just because he could. He laid back and stared up at the canopy. Their bed was really comfortable. Their bed. They were married. Jasmine was his wife. And nobody could comment if he touched her in public anymore. Though, they should probably keep their touches more innocent where they could be observed. But… If they should be caught it was no longer anything anyone could do about it. She was his wife. His very very horny wife who had rolled over and started licking a trail down his chest. He pulled a crushed silk-flower from her hair and raised an eyebrow at her impish look.
“Trying to speed things up, are you?”
“Is it working?”
“Maybe. Keep trying and we’ll see.”
She bit her lip and got up on her knees and elbows, licking down his abdomen and over his hips, then making careful swipes over his balls. He nudged her legs, making her shift one leg over him, giving him access to her pussy. It was dripping with his cum, and he ran a finger along the cleft, watching how it quivered under his touch. Slowly he ran his tongue along the same path his finger had taken. The taste was saltier than the taste of her alone, but he didn’t mind. Not when she was making those obscene noises and sucked on his slowly hardening cock. He found her pearl and sucked on it, making her thighs tremble. He slid two of his fingers inside her and curled then slightly, humming in approval when she fondled his balls. Experimentally he slid two fingers of his other hand inside her as well and curled them as well. Then he started to stretch and curl the fingers on both hands while he sucked on her clit. It was almost amazing how quickly she was reduced to a trembling, gasping mess by that. Once she had got her breath back he moved her again, positioning her on her knees facing the headboard. She curled a pillow underneath herself and pushed her ass back towards him invitingly. Since she was slick both with his cum and her own juices he pushed his cock in in one slow hard motion. Drawing out slowly, then pushing in hard, drawing out slowly again, before pushing back in so hard his ball slapped against her thigh. He saw her fingers curl into the pillow and she pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts. This was perfect. She was perfect. He kept thrusting until he could feel his own orgasm building again, then he reached around and rubbed his fingers through the slick folds, feeling where he was connected to her. He found her nub again, and pinched it lightly, rolling it between his fingers. In hardly any time her pussy was clenching around his cock and Jasmine moaned into the pillow. She clenched so hard it almost hurt, and his balls drew up. He bit her shoulder and jerked his hips twice more, then he came, deep inside her, feeling it rushing out of him with a wave of pleasure that made him dizzy. He managed to pull out of her and fall onto the bed beside her, then he could feel sleep just creeping over him.
~*~
She collapsed onto the bed at the same time he did, then watched his eyes close. It was tempting to do the same, but she knew she’d be horribly sticky when she woke up if she did, so she mustered some energy and visited the bath-chamber before crawling back into bed with him. She drew a sheet over them and curled against his chest. His arm came around her and pulled her close. As her own eyes started drooping she looked down herself, at his dark skin against her caramel skin. Who would have thought that a year ago she still thought Jafar was a villain. Now he was her husband. Her very sexy and virile husband. Who she absolutely intended to fuck more on her wedding night. But a nap first sounded like a good plan. She closed her eyes with a smile and snuggled closer to him.