A week passes and the time comes

A week had passed since the ball and the sun was setting on the capital as the day was reaching its end. The streets were still filled with activity and chatter, but above all this action, unbeknownst to anyone down on the streets, sat a man on the rooftop of one of the houses near the sultan’s palace. He was dressed like a typical city commoner, but his face was hidden behind a piece of red cloth emanating from his turban. The cloth also covered the sides of his head, leaving only his eyes and a small part of his forehead visible. The man was calmly sitting in a meditative position. His eyes were closed and he simply seemed to be…at peace, enjoying the fresh, warm, cozy evening air of the capital and feeling the wind caressing the thin pieces of cloth on his face. Then suddenly, his eyes sprang open and they had a flame in them, a flame of determination. He looked into the sunset and estimated it was around 7:30PM. It was time.

He got up and the tatters of his clothes started floating in the wind. With a great demonstration of acrobacy, he jumped on the roof of the next house several meters away. Some people below, hearing the impact of his landing, looked up to see what it was, but they were too late. By the time they looked, he was no longer visible. He repeated the operation again and again until he got to where he wanted to go: The roof of a house that was adjacent to the palisade surrounding the royal palace. The rooftop was as high as the palisade itself and only around 6 meters away. For a regular man, such a jump would be almost impossible, but this was no ordinary man...

The man took a deep breath and took a step back. He had been watching the guards patrolling the palisade all day. He knew their schedule almost by heart. He knew exactly when they would be looking the other way and how long it would take for the next one to show up. He waited for the perfect moment and then he jumped. His legs propelled him forward and he flew through the air. For a moment, he felt like he was floating. The adrenaline rushed through his veins and his heart was racing like a stallion in the desert. And then he landed, with the grace of a cat landing on its paws, onto the palisade. He looked around to make sure no one had seen him. The guards were still too far away to notice anything out of the ordinary.

He crouched low and peered over the edge, scanning the gardens below. The manicured hedges and colorful flowers looked like a sea of tranquility, but he knew better. He had studied the layout of the palace for months. He knew every bush and tree like the back of his hand. He was looking for anything out of place, any shadows that didn’t belong. His eyes darted from side to side, searching for the guards he knew had to be there. The setting sun painted the scene in a way that made everything look dimmer. That would make it harder for guards to see him, but it would also make it harder for him to see them. The fountains spurted water that sparkled like diamonds in the light. But amidst this beauty, he knew danger lurked.

Finally, he spotted a flash of metal. It was the helmet of a guard patrolling the perimeter of the gardens. He was alone, his back to the wall of the palace. He waited for the perfect moment, the moment when the guard’s path would take him farthest from the spot where he intended to drop down.

And then he jumped.

The distance between the palisade and the roof was vast, but it was a jump that he had practiced many times, calculating every possible variable: the **** of the takeoff, the angle of descent, and the landing's precision. Time slowed to a crawl as he soared through the air, the adrenaline pulsing through his veins like a symphony of power and grace. For a fleeting instant, the wind whispered secrets in his ears, and the world below was nothing but a blur of color and shadow.

As he neared the ground, his legs tensed, ready to absorb the impact of his landing. His booted feet touched down lightly on the soft earth of the bush he had targeted, the foliage rustling ever so slightly. The guard below didn't flinch. Taking this opportunity, the man crouched low, blending in the shadows, and waited for the guard to move out of sight.

He crept along the palace wall, sticking to the shadows as much as possible, until he reached a small, secluded building. The architecture was ornate, with intricate carvings of flowers and vines snaking up the walls, hinting at a place of leisure and relaxation.

The door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open just enough to slip inside. The room was lit by candles placed on the sealing and around a large marble tub with enough room for at least 8 people, which was filled with milk. Rose petals were scattered on the floor, creating a serene and sensual atmosphere. The doors and the walls were thick, so as to prevent any noise disturbance coming from the outside, but today, they would mainly be used to prevent inside noise from escaping. No one was here yet. The man was alone.

He took off his turban and unwrapped the red cloth from his face, revealing his true identity. His eyes gleamed with anticipation and malice. It was Jafar. He approached the tub and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of roses and milk. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, dreaming of the feel of Rania's soft skin under his fingertips, the sound of her whimpers as he claimed her, and the sweet taste of victory when he finally had Aisha in his grasp. He knew that once he had her, the sultanate would be his.

Jafar then began to remove his clothing. Each piece fell to the floor with the grace of a snake shedding its skin. His garments whispered softly as they hit the marble. His body was lean and muscular, a testament to his years of discipline and training boosted by flesh magic. He folded his clothes neatly, his movements methodical and precise. His eyes scanned the room, looking for a place to hide them so as to not alarm Rania when she arrived.

He noticed a small closet tucked away in the corner. It was barely large enough for a person to stand in, but it would serve his purpose well. He opened it to reveal an assortment of soft towels and bathrobes, all in the sultan’s colors of gold and purple. He quickly took them out, placed his folded clothes in the closet and placed the existing clothes back on top of them. He was now naked in the room, his manhood standing tall and ready for the task ahead.

With a wicked smile, Jafar stepped into the warm embrace of the milk tub. It was like sinking into a cloud, the cool liquid enveloping his body and caressing his skin. He took a moment to revel in the feeling before submerging himself completely. The milk closed over his head, muffling the sounds of the room and leaving him in a world of silence and anticipation. He felt the coolness of the milk against his eyes and nose, but thanks to his magical ability, he could still breathe easily. He waited, his heart beating in time with the slow, steady drip of wax from the candles above.

He positioned himself in a meditative position sitting on the bottom at the center of the tub, his hardened member pointing straight up like a flag of conquest. His thoughts turned to Rania, the unsuspecting maid who was about to become his latest vessel. He could feel his power growing with every second that passed, his body vibrating with the anticipation of the possession. This was more than just a simple seduction; it was a ritual, a dance of power and control that he had performed countless times before. His muscles tightened, his eyes focused, and his breathing grew shallow as he mentally prepared for the moment she would enter.

And then, it came. The faintest whispers of their thoughts brushed against his mind, like feathers on the wind. Layla and Jasmine were approaching, their giggles and whispers growing louder in his head. He felt their excitement, their anticipation, their naughtiness. They had been waiting for this moment as much as he had. The bond between them was strong, a bond forged through his flesh magic. He could feel them drawing closer, their essences blending with the air around him. He knew they were now just outside the door, ready to bring him his next prize.

"Is she with you?" He asked telepathically, his mind reaching out to them like tentacles through the ether.

"Yes," Layla responded, her voice echoing in his thoughts. "Rania is here, just as we planned."

Jafar's smile grew wider and more sinister as he felt the warmth of his excitement building. His cock twitched and grew harder at the thought of Rania's innocent body writhing in ecstasy under his control. The anticipation was exquisite. He had chosen Rania not just for her beauty, but for the challenge she presented. Her purity was like a beacon to his perverse desires, and he craved the power he would gain from corrupting her. No one would ever suspect her.

The door to the chamber creaked open and three pairs of light, delicate footsteps echoed against the cold marble floor. The scent of jasmine and rosewater grew stronger as the maids entered, their laughter and chatter a sweet melody in the otherwise silent room. He could feel their hearts beating faster with every step they took closer to the tub, and his own pulse quickened in response.

"Ah, Rania," Jafar thought to himself, his anticipation rising. "You have no idea of the fate that awaits you."

Rania's sweet voice pierced the silence as she stepped into the room, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Layla," she whispered, leaning in close to her friend, "do you truly believe there's a flesh wizard among us?" Her gaze flitted around the room, searching for any sign of the monster she had heard whispered about in the hushed tones of the palace corridors.

Layla giggled, a sound that seemed to carry an edge of nervousness. "Oh, Rania," she replied, "You know how the sultan gets with his fears. He sees threats in every shadow. It's probably just a story to keep us all in line."

Rania nodded, her eyes still wide with curiosity. She stepped closer to the tub, her hand trailing along the marble edge as if it could tell her secrets. The candlelight played across her face, casting flickering shadows that made her look both innocent and alluring. Jafar felt his power surge as she approached.

With a seductive smile, Layla began to remove her clothes, her movements deliberately slow and sensual. She knew that Jafar was watching, his eyes likely glued to her every move, as they were now close enough for him to see through both their eyes. He couldn't see through Rania's though...yet. She peeled back her silk top, revealing her ample breasts, the tips already hard with excitement. Her skirt followed, pooling around her ankles to reveal her bare, shaven mound. She stepped out of her garments and into the tub, her body sinking into the milk with a soft splash. The milk rippled around her, the candlelight playing across her curves and making her skin shimmer like gold.

Jasmine was next. Her movements were more graceful, a ballet of seduction. She let her hair down, and it cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight ink. She slipped off her garments, one by one, revealing her slender body, her skin glowing in the candlelight like moonlit marble. She stepped into the tub, her legs parting the milk like the petals of a water lily opening to the night. Her nipples peaked above the surface, erect and begging for attention. She sat down opposite Jafar.

Rania was the last to undress. She was shy and her cheeks flushed pink with modesty as she removed her clothes. Her body was more modestly built than the other two, with smaller breasts and hips that curved like a crescent moon. Her skin was a warm caramel color and her eyes were wide with excitement and a touch of fear. She stepped into the tub and sat opposite Layla and Jasmine, her heart racing, but she quickly felt at ease as the warmth of the milk enveloped her.

"So tell us, Rania," Layla began, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "What did the princess say about her encounter with the mysterious Jafar?"

Rania blushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, she said he was...different from the other men she's met."

"Different, how?" Jasmine's curiosity was piqued, her breasts brushing against the milk's surface.

Rania's voice grew softer, the excitement in her tone barely concealed. "She said he was...understanding. He talked to her as an equal, not just a pretty face to be paraded around."

Layla and Jasmine exchanged knowing glances, their smiles growing as they watched Rania's innocent face light up with every word about Aisha's encounter with Jafar. They had been with Jafar long enough to know the effect he had on women, especially those who were untouched by the harshness of the world.

"Oh, she said that?" Layla's voice was filled with playful intrigue. "The vizier is indeed quite charming, isn't he?"

"Yes," Rania murmured, her voice a mix of shyness and wonder. "Her Highness said she felt...understood by him, like he truly saw her. And his eyes..." She trailed off, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she recalled the way Aisha had described the intensity in Jafar's gaze.

Layla's and Jasmine's smiles grew wider, their own thoughts mirroring Rania's words. They had both felt that same magnetic pull from the man lurking beneath the milk's surface. "He does have a way with words, doesn't he?" Jasmine purred, her eyes flickering with mischief.

Suddenly, Jafar's telepathic voice cut through the room like a knife. "Layla," he thought to her, "It's time. Dip your face into the milk and tell Rania to do the same."

Layla, feeling his command, didn't miss a beat. She leaned back against the edge of the tub and dipped her face into the milk, her eyes closed in feigned ecstasy. "Mmm," she moaned, "This milk is heavenly for the skin. You must try it, Rania!"

Rania, eager to indulge in this luxurious experience, leaned back and submerged her face without a second thought. As her eyes closed, she felt a brief, electrifying pressure against her own lips. For a moment, she was confused, her heart skipping a beat. Was it a trick of the imagination? The excitement of the stories? Or was it something else?

The sensation was fleeting, and she couldn't be sure if it was real or a figment of her overactive imagination. She opened her eyes to find Layla and Jasmine looking at her with feigned concern. "Are you okay, Rania?"

Her cheeks reddened. "I... I think so. It was just... cold."

It was done. Jafar had kissed her. He now had full control over Rania. She would never object to what he asked of her, whatever it was. Moreover, he could now sense her and know exactly where she was despite not being able to see from under the milk. The only reason he even knew where to put himself to kiss her was because he could observe her through Layla and Jasmine's eyes, but now, that problem was fixed for good. He knew exactly where she was, and especially, where her vagina was...

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her thighs as he took in her sweet, musky scent. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of claiming her as his own. He knew she would be delicious, a delicate morsel to be savored. His tongue slipped out, sliding through the milk like a serpent in search of prey. It found its way to her center, her soft folds quivering in anticipation.

Rania gasped, her body tensing as she felt something warm and wet touch her. She looked down to see only the milk's surface, but she could feel the unmistakable sensation of a mouth on her, exploring, teasing, claiming. Her mind reeled, trying to comprehend what was happening, but the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. She moaned, arching her back, offering herself up to the mysterious sensation.

Jasmine and Layla watched, their smiles widening as they saw Rania's reaction. "What's the matter, dear?" Jasmine asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Is the milk not to your liking?"

Rania's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. "It...it's just..." She trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel something...someone...touching her in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Just relax, Rania," Layla said soothingly, her voice a siren's song. "Let the milk do its work. It's a special blend, after all." She winked at Jafar beneath the surface, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Jafar's tongue delved deeper, tracing the delicate lines of Rania's sex. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the chamber like sweet music to his ears. He reveled in her innocence, the way she responded to his touch. It was like playing a fine instrument for the first time, feeling the vibrations resonate through her body, bringing her to crescendos of pleasure she had never before experienced.

Her legs began to tremble, and she reached out for Layla and Jasmine, her hands grasping for something solid to hold onto. They took her hands in theirs, smiling as they watched her succumb to the pleasure that washed over her like a wave. Their eyes were filled with a mix of lust and satisfaction, knowing that they had brought another into their fold.

Jafar's tongue swirled around her clit, his magic heightening every sensation. Her body was on fire, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before, and she didn't know if she wanted it to stop. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, low moan that thankfully didn't escape the building due to its excellent soundproofing.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Jafar pulled away, leaving Rania gasping for air, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her first orgasm. She stood up, her eyes wide and filled with confusion, her hands still gripping the sides of the tub. "Wh...what just happened?" she managed to stammer out.

Layla and Jasmine shared a knowing look. "It's just the milk, dear," Layla said with a wink. "It has...special properties."

Jafar remained hidden beneath the milk's surface, watching Rania's bewildered expression with amusement. He knew she was ripe for the picking, her inexperience a delicious vulnerability. He could feel her pulse racing, her thoughts a jumble of confusion and desire.

Rania's eyes searched the room, looking for the source of the divine sensation. She felt... changed, somehow. Her body was alive with a newfound hunger, a need that she hadn't realized existed. She took a deep, shaky breath and leaned back, her breasts bobbing gently in the milk as she tried to calm her racing heart.

The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing and the flickering candles. Rania's eyes grew more frantic, searching the milk's surface for any sign of the invisible lover who had just brought her such pleasure. She reached out with her hand, her fingers breaking through the milk's surface and sending ripples out in every direction. "Who...who was that?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Layla and Jasmine shared a knowing smile. "It's the magic of the milk," Jasmine said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's known to have... peculiar effects."

Rania's eyes grew wide with curiosity as she slowly lowered her hand into the tub again, her fingers searching the milk's silky surface for any sign of the phantom kiss. She felt a sudden jolt of excitement, as if she were playing a naughty game of hide-and-seek with a lover she couldn't see. Her hand moved in wider and wider circles, the coolness of the milk a stark contrast to the heat burning in her core.

Jafar watched her with amusement, his eyes gleaming with victory. He knew she wouldn't find him, not unless he wanted her to. He swam away, his body moving like a shadow beneath the opaque liquid. He could feel her desperation growing with every pass of her hand, her need for more becoming palpable.

"Rania," Layla said in a soothing tone, "If you want more, you must relax and let the milk do its work."

Rania nodded, still panting and trying to understand what had just occurred. Her eyes searched the room, but found only the flickering candles and the gentle sway of the curtains in the breeze. She took a deep breath and leaned back onto the side of the tub, her body melting into the warm embrace of the milk. Her hand fell to her side, fingers trailing the water's surface, hoping to recapture the feeling of that magical kiss.

Suddenly, she felt it again. A warm pressure against her inner thigh, a sensation that grew stronger, more insistent. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as she realized it wasn't just her imagination. There was something...or someone...under the milk. It was moving, sliding up her thigh with the grace of a serpent, heading straight for her most sensitive area.

Without warning, she felt something thick and hard push against her entrance, parting her folds. She tensed, her eyes flying open, but she was too stunned to resist. The pressure grew, and she felt herself being filled, inch by inch, by a girth she had never experienced. It was as if the very air had thickened, and she was being penetrated by a solid **** of pure, primal desire. Her body stretched around it, accommodating the intrusion as if it had been made for this very purpose.

Rania let out a soft whimper, her eyes searching the surface of the milk for any sign of what was happening. She felt her walls tighten around the unseen shaft, her body instinctively responding with a need for more. The pleasure grew, a slow crescendo that seemed to resonate from deep within her core. The feeling of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but arch her back, her breasts breaking the surface as she offered herself up to this mysterious, unseen ****.

Jafar watched her from beneath the milk, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. He could feel her inner muscles clench around him, her body begging for a release that only he could provide. He began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, rhythmic motion that sent ripples through the water. The milk churned around them, their silent dance of dominance and submission playing out in the candlelight.

With a sudden, primal urge, Jafar buried himself deep within Rania, holding himself there for several long seconds. Her body tensed, her eyes snapping open in shock as she let out a scream that echoed through the chamber. It was a sound of delight and distress, a sound that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the room itself. Her nails dug into the marble as she tried to find purchase, her legs shaking with the effort to keep herself upright.

Layla and Jasmine watched with rapt attention, their own bodies responding to the raw, animalistic display of power and pleasure before them. They knew the feeling well, having witnessed themselves the dark arts of flesh wizardry. They felt a thrill of excitement knowing that they were a part of this ancient and twisted tradition.

Rania's eyes snapped open, searching for answers in the faces of her friends. "Who...who is doing this to me?" she gasped, her voice distorted by emotion. "There's clearly someone down there fucking me"

Jasmine's laughter was like the tinkling of fine crystal. "Breathe down there, darling?" She leaned back in the tub, her own breasts bobbing in the milk. "How would anyone manage such a feat?" Her eyes glinted with mischief, enjoying the playful banter that was a cover for the darker truth.

Rania's eyes searched the room frantically, her breath hitching with each deep thrust from the invisible lover. "I don't... I don't know," she gasped, her face contorting with the intensity of the sensations. "It's like... it's like something's inside me!"

And then she saw it. A tiny bit of red liquid appeared on the surface of the milk, a stark contrast against the pristine white. It was the blood from Rania's hymen, a silent declaration of her innocence lost. Her eyes grew wide with shock. But why? Why did she like it so much? The other two maids shared a knowing look, their smiles turning predatory as they watched her struggle.

"Don't worry, Rania," Layla cooed, her eyes glinting with malice. "It's all a part of the experience. The milk will wash it away, leaving no trace."

Jafar smirked beneath the surface, feeling Rania's tightness clench around him like a fist. He could feel her struggling to understand what was happening, to reconcile the pleasure with the fear. He knew she was on the edge, her body **** for release. He made another powerful deep thrust, his cock hitting her cervix with a **** that made her eyes roll back in her head. Her back arched, and she was pinned to the edge of the tub, unable to move.

Her orgasm was like a storm, a tempest of pleasure that crashed through her body with the intensity of a thousand suns. She screamed, the sound muffled by the milk as her muscles spasmed around him. Jafar felt his own climax building, his magic surging as he reached the peak of his power. Then, he came. His sperm was now mixed in with the milk of the tub.

He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with the proof of her virginity, and surfaced with a dramatic splash. Rania's eyes widened in shock as she saw the figure of the man she had been describing only moments before, his dark eyes locked on hers. His body was a masterpiece of muscle and sinew, a testament to his physical and magical prowess.

"Jafar," she whispered, her voice shaking. "How?"

"Magic, my dear Rania," he said with a wicked grin, "The same magic that now binds you to me."

Her eyes searched his, a mix of terror and fascination. Jafar leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above hers. "You felt it, didn't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "The power, the passion, the hunger for more."

He didn't wait for a response before claiming her mouth with his own. His kiss was unlike anything she had ever felt—dominant and possessive, yet strangely gentle. It was as if he were not just kissing her, but branding her as his own, marking her with the fire of his desire. Rania's body responded instinctively, melting into him as her lips parted and their tongues met in a dance of lust and power.

"Yes," she murmured against his mouth, her voice trembling. "I felt it. It was... incredible."

Jafar's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with triumph. "And now, you're mine," he whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. "You'll do as I say, think as I wish, and crave me like you've never craved anything before."

Rania's heart raced as she felt the truth in his words. She had never felt such a terrifying mix of pleasure and fear before. Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm he had ripped from her, and she knew she was at his mercy. Yet, despite this, she couldn't deny that part of her thrilled at the thought of being claimed by this powerful, enigmatic man.

"Yes, master", she answered, her voice filled with both submission and a hint of excitement. Jafar chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"But, what if I told you," he whispered, tracing a finger along her jawline, "That you could be the one in control next time?" Rania's eyes widened with shock, a spark of curiosity igniting in her gaze.

"Me?" she breathed. "How is that possible?"

Jafar leaned in closer, his lips a whisper away from her ear. "All you have to do is trust me, Rania. Let me show you the true power of my magic." His words were a seductive promise, and she felt her resolve wavering.

He reached down and stroked her cheek gently, his eyes holding hers captive. "One more time," he murmured, his voice a siren's song. "And then you'll see. You'll understand everything."

Jasmine and Layla watched the exchange with puzzled expressions, their earlier mirth replaced by a growing sense of unease. They didn't really know what Jafar meant by that.

"Go ahead, master. I'm all yours" said Rania.

Jafar's grin grew more sinister, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. He turned Rania around, her soft curves pressing against the cool marble of the tub. Her breath hitched as she felt his warmth behind her, his hardness pressing into her back. He positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging at her sopping wet entrance. With a powerful thrust, he entered her pussy from behind, her walls tightening around him like a velvet vice.

Rania gasped, her nails digging into the marble as she felt the full length of Jafar's cock fill her up. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could only focus on the sensation of being stretched to the limit, her body yielding to his dominance. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to move, his strokes long and deep, claiming her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

But then, without warning, his rhythm changed. His thrusts grew shorter, more rapid, mimicking the mesmerizing movements of Fatima's hips during her seductive dances. Her body was a blur of motion in the flickering candlelight, her breasts bouncing with every impact. Rania's eyes flew open, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to process the sensation. It was as if she were being fucked by a whirlwind, a storm of pleasure that left her trembling and powerless to resist. Her face devolved into a slutty ahegao, her eyes locked in a powerful sexual trance.

Jafar felt his own climax building, his balls tightening with the promise of release. His eyes locked onto hers through the mirror, and he could see the reflection of her fear and arousal. He leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as his hips pounded into her from behind. "That's it, my sweet," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Just let go. Give in to the pleasure."

Rania's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a playground of sensations as she approached the precipice of another earth-shattering orgasm. She could feel him inside her, his magic pulsing with every stroke, filling her with a hunger that was insatiable. Her walls clamped down around him, her muscles quivering with the effort to hold him in, to keep him with her forever.

And then it hit.

Rania's orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure, so intense it was almost painful for being so good. Her body convulsed around Jafar's cock, her pussy spasming as she screamed out his name. He felt it too, his own climax building, his magic surging through him like a wild river. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his essence mixing with hers as he claimed her fully.

The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Rania's eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt a strange sensation, as if she were being filled with something other than Jafar's seed. It was a warmth that spread through her veins, a power that made her feel alive in a way she never had before.

Layla and Jasmine watched in amazement as Jafar's body began to shrink before their very eyes as it was sucked into Rania’s vagina. His muscular form grew smaller and smaller, completely absorbed into a woman who had half his mass. Rania's body tensed, her eyes wide with shock as she felt something unimaginable happening inside her.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Rania went still, her eyes focusing on the reflection in the mirror before her. The tremors in her body subsided, leaving her with a strange, eerie calm. She felt... different. Something inside her had shifted, as if a lock had been turned and a door unlocked. She turned around to face the two others. The innocence that had once adorned her features had been wiped away, replaced by a knowing smile that sent chills down Layla and Jasmine's spines.

Jafar's voice, now coming from Rania's mouth, was filled with a new authority. "Ladies, I told Rania she'd be the one in control," he said, turning to face them, his eyes gleaming with a dark mirth. "You know what that means?"

Before even waiting for their answer, Jafar jumped back under the milk, Rania's body disappearing beneath the surface. The two maids exchanged a nervous glance. Jafar was now inside Rania’s body and he had submerged himself again. That meant that the unseen **** who had taken Rania was now coming for them AS Rania! They nodded, their own desires piqued by the sudden shift in dynamics.

As the ripples stilled, Jafar's voice filled Layla's mind, a dark chuckle resonating in her thoughts. "Ah, Layla," he telepathically whispered, his presence a warm caress in her psyche, "How is that sweet little ass of yours? I trust it's still as tight as the night I first claimed it?"

Her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and arousal at the memory, and she felt a twinge of pain from the recent encounter. "Master," she replied, her voice a shaky whisper, "it is as you say."

"Does it still hurt, or are you ready for another round?" he asked.

"I think it still needs a few more days to recover, master"

"Very well. Jasmine, then. I have never claimed your anus up until now, and I'm planning on correcting that tonight..."

Jasmine's eyes widened at the thought, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her body. She knew what it meant to be claimed by Jafar in such a way, having been told by Layla about how painful the experience had been to her. Yet despite that, Layla was saddened when it had ended. She had told Jasmine it "hurt so much, it was good". She said the experience made her feel like a wild animal and that she felt strong and powerful for being able to take it. Layla said she wouldn’t like to do it as often as regular sex (though she would still be honored to obey the master if he wanted to do it as often), but she would definitely love to do it again, sometime.

Jasmine’s stomach fluttered with anticipation as she felt the coolness of the milk against her skin, the thought of his cock pushing into her tightest hole, and under the appearance of the innocent Rania at that, making her pussy wet. The telepathic voice of Jafar grew more insistent in her mind. "Go to the center of the tub, my pet."

Jasmine's heart raced as she stepped gingerly through the milk, her eyes searching for any sign of movement, any hint of the invisible **** that had claimed her friend. The surface of the milk remained eerily still, not a single ripple to indicate his presence. Yet she felt him, his power a palpable **** that seemed to hum in the very air around her.

As she reached the center of the tub, she took a deep breath and braced herself. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the thought of his cock, now nestled in Rania's pussy, moving within her, claiming her in a way she had never been claimed before, made her body tingle with anticipation.

Suddenly, she was yanked down hard, her head the only part of her still above the milk's surface. Jasmine gasped, her eyes flying open wide as she felt Rania's legs wrapped around her body. The milk enveloped her, cold and thick, as she was dragged under by the unseen ****. Her heart raced, her chest tight with fear and excitement as she was drawn deeper and deeper.

Then, she felt it. Jafar's cock had come out of Rania's pussy and into her ass. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, it was more pain than pleasure and it made her scream in shock. He was stretching her tight ring with a brutal **** that made stars dance before her eyes. Yet, there was something... right about it, something...fulfilling, something primal and powerful that made her body respond in ways she had never dreamed of.

Then, the unseen **** below her started thrusting hard. The constant up and down movement made it so her face was submerged at times, the milk rushing into her nose and mouth, filling her lungs with a thick, suffocating wetness. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of pleasure and pain, unable to tell which was which anymore.

Layla watched the scene unfold before her with a mix of shock and horror, her own arousal warring with her instinctive need to protect her friend. She felt Jafar’s telepathic whisper in her mind, his dark laughter echoing through her thoughts. “Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” he said, his voice filled with mischief. “I’ll try to 'drown' her, and you try to save her. If I can get her head to be submerged for more than three consecutive seconds, you lose, if I come before I can do that, you win. To make things fair, I will not use my magic to make me last longer than I should. And don't worry for her, I may be a brutal dominator, but I'm not a monster. I can read her mind to tell where her limits are. If there is any danger she could actually drown or this is simply too much for her and it doesn't feel right anymore, I'll immediately jolt her back to the surface so she can breathe”

Layla was thrilled. She knew he enjoyed toying with them, pushing their boundaries and seeing just how much they could take. Yet she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of playing along with his twisted game.

“Jasmine!” she called out, her voice echoing in the vast chamber. “Raise your arms so I can pull you up!!!” Jasmine immediately obeyed and Layla grabbed her hands.

"Fantastic!" said Jafar in both their minds, still invisible under the milk. "Let's begin, my pet. But remember, if you want to win, you must fight it."

Jafar began to pound Jasmine's anus with a ferocity that sent waves of milk all the way to the edges of the tub, making it even harder for Jasmine to keep her head above the surface. With every thrust, she felt her body being pushed down further into the cold, thick liquid. Her face contorted with the effort to keep breathing, while Layla desperately tried to keep her emerged. The two forces fighting for Jasmine in opposite directions had exactly the effect on the sex that Jafar desired. Whenever Layla succeeded in pulling Jasmine up a little, it made his cock pull out by a centimeter or two, but then, Jafar succeeded in pulling her down again and it made her body violently crash onto his cock. It made the anal even more intense, even more pleasurable for him and even more painful for her.

Rania's mind, now a mere spectator in her own body, felt everything Jafar felt, and she now understood the thrill of dominance. The feeling of being the one in control, the one giving the penetration. It was a heady sensation that washed over her, making her feel more alive than she had ever felt before. Jafar had promised her she would be the dominant one next time and he had not disappointed. The pleasure was so intense. She felt her own legs squeezing Jasmine’s body like a predator’s mouth chewing on a sack of meat, and Jafar’s cock being crushed in all directions by Jasmine’s tight anus as he mercilessly thrusted upward into it from the depths of the tub. Rania had never enjoyed making someone else suffer before, but now that had changed…

Jafar continued to pound Jasmine's ass for a while, the maid's moans muffled by the milk that surrounded her face. Layla, her eyes wide with excitement, pulled her friend's arms with all her might, trying to keep her afloat. Her own heart raced, knowing that if she won this little game, she would get to feel the sweetness of victory.

Jafar's telepathic voice filled her mind, the same dark chuckle from earlier. "Excellent, Layla," he praised. "Your strength is truly a sight to behold. But are you ready for the real challenge?"

With a twist of his flesh magic, Jafar's arms grew out from Rania's body, reaching up to grab Jasmine around her slender waist. He telepathically advised her to quickly take her breath while she still could as she definitely was going under in a few seconds. He pulled her down even further, the milk rising to cover her nose and mouth once again. Jasmine's eyes went wide with panic for a split second before disappearing completely. The pain was intense, a white-hot flame that seared through her body, but she could feel the beginnings of pleasure unfurling deep within her.

The sudden addition of Jafar's invisible **** knocked Layla off balance, and she toppled backwards into the tub with a splash. The cold, thick liquid enveloped her, filling her eyes and nose, briefly cutting off her air supply, her hands flailing in the water as she tried to push herself back up to the surface.

After getting back on her feet and reemerging, Layla felt her heart pounding in her chest, the urgency of the situation making her movements frantic. She had to find Jasmine, or else Jafar would win this depraved game and Layla was very competitive. She wiped the milk from her eyes and took a deep breath, making wide movements with her arms as she desperately looked for her.

After about five seconds, which seemed like an eternity, Jasmine reemerged as well, struggling to catch her breath. "Are you ok?" Asked Layla as she leaned closer to comfort her. Jasmine coughed a few times before answering "Yes! I just need some time to process what has just happened. He took a long deep thrust in my ass, and then, he came. After that, he let me go…"

Layla left her some time and after she had stopped coughing, she asked her "So, how did you find your first anal?" Layla inquired, her eyes sparkling with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Jasmine took a few moments to collect herself, the aftermath of the intense sensations still reverberating through her body. "It... it was overwhelming," she replied, her voice shaky. "So much pain at first, but it... it grew into something else. Something I never knew existed. It's like it woke up parts of me I didn't even know were there."

Layla nodded, understanding all too well the transformative experience her friend had just endured. "And now, you know why I said it hurt so much it was good," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look. "But tell me, do you think you can handle more of it?"

Jasmine took a moment to consider, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she felt the lingering echoes of pleasure mingled with pain. "I... I think so," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion.

Layla's eyes searched the room, the invisible presence of Jafar palpable in the air. "Master?" she called out tentatively. "Where are you?"

After a few seconds, Rania's body emerged from the milk slowly and gracefully, a feigned look of innocence painted on her features. Her eyes met Layla's, a flicker of mischief in their depths.

"I win," Jafar's voice echoed through Rania's mouth, a triumphant grin spreading across her lips as her body opened its arms in triumph. “This has been the best anal I’ve had in months, if not years. Maybe it’s just the context that made it even better, but I’ve got to say, your posterior is most hospitable, Jasmine.”

Layla looked at the scene in amazement and confusion. "How did you pull her down so hard, while being in Rania's body, master?" she asked.

Jafar grinned through the window of Rania's face and answered "She didn't! Not alone anyway. I helped her a little" and took out his own arms of Rania's body, making them appear under hers and making it look like Rania had four arms, two of which were very muscular and masculine.

"Cheater!" Layla accused, her voice, a mix of outrage and admiration for his cleverness. "Using your own body alongside Rania's wasn't part of the deal! It's unfair. You only did that because you were about to cum and you realized I was going to win otherwise!"

Jafar's laughter rippled through the room, the sound of it making Jasmine's skin crawl with a mix of fear and desire. "Perhaps," he conceded, "but the prize was worth the risk." He turned to Jasmine, his eyes gleaming with a sinister excitement. "But tell me, my sweet, who do you think won? Did you enjoy your little... 'drowning' experience?"

Jasmine was still trying to catch her breath, her body trembling from the intensity of the encounter. The pain had been intense, but there had been a spark of something else, something dark and delicious that she couldn't quite put her finger on. "I..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the words to express the tumult of emotions raging within her.

Layla's gaze was intense, her own desire clear in her eyes. "Who won?" she repeated immaturely, her voice low and eager.

Jasmine took a moment to compose herself, her breathing still ragged from the exertion. "I..." she began, her voice quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure and fear. "I don't know who won", she admitted, her eyes dropping to the floor. "But...it was...it was fulfilling." She looked up again, meeting Layla's gaze, and the truth was laid bare in her eyes. "I've never felt so...possessed, so claimed as I did just now. It was like every part of me was his, even my very soul and that much I adored."

"Yeah, that means I've won!" said Layla.

Jafar's laughter grew louder, the sound reverberating through the chamber as if it were a personal joke between him and the very walls themselves.

"...however" continued Jasmine. "The last 10 seconds were absolutely terrifying. For a moment, I really thought I was going to drown."

"But you would never have drowned. I would never have let that happen. I can read your mind, remember? I told you to take a breath to last for the duration of your submersion and you did. If you had failed to do so, I would have known and I would immediately have pulled you back up to the surface. You FELT like you were in danger but you actually never were."

He walked through the milk, Rania's body shaking off the excess liquid like a wet cat, and approached Jasmine with a swagger that was unmistakably his.

"You made me proud Jasmine." he said as he delicately hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "I don't think I have ever brutalized a woman so hard in my life and you took it like an absolute champion. I kept reading your mind all the way through the act. I can also discern between the thoughts you have and the thoughts you would have had if you were not under my power and wherever I looked, I couldn't see a trace of you ever wanting me to stop. Sure, while you were submerged, you wanted to be able to breathe again, but not once did you want me to pull out of your ass prematurely and you cannot know how much it makes me love you"

Jafar then softly kissed Jasmine on the lips, his hand caressing the back of her head in a tender gesture that was surprisingly gentle for someone who had just claimed her in such a brutal manner. His touch was soothing, his kiss gentle and loving, as if to reassure her that despite his actions, he cared for her deeply.

Layla watched from the side, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. Jealousy twisted in her gut like a serpent as she saw the affectionate way Jafar held Jasmine, the way his eyes seemed to devour her. She regretted telling him that her anus needed a few more days to recover.

"My pet," Jafar said, his voice a velvet caress that made Jasmine's knees wobble, "You've shown remarkable endurance. Would you like a reward?"

Jasmine's eyes searched his, her cheeks still flushed from the recent onslaught of pleasure, pain and fear. "Yes master!"

With a knowing smile, Jafar stepped back. Watching as Rania's body began to submerge into the milk, Jasmine quickly realized what was about to happen. "Yes!", she thought to herself with a smile as she leaned on the side of the tub. Opening her legs to allow her master easy access to her pussy.

Jafar, still in Rania's body, disappeared under the milk once more, his movements unseen but for the gentle ripples that spread outwards from Jasmine's hips. She felt a sudden warmth, a softness that was alien to the harshness of his previous invasions. It was his tongue, or rather Rania’s, slithering through the milk to find her clit. He licked her with the same slow, deliberate strokes he had used on Rania, the sensation amplified by the surprise of his method.

Jasmine's breath hitched as she felt the unmistakable caress of a mouth, a tongue, a man worshiping her beneath the surface. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in, needing more of this sweet agony. The milk was cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within her. There was no pain to the orgasm he was giving her, only pleasure.

Her moans grew louder, but they were serene, the sound a symphony of ecstasy. She could feel her body tightening around his invisible mouth, her hips rising and falling as he pleasured her. The milk sloshed and splashed around them, a testament to the passion that had taken over her body.

Layla watched from the side, her own arousal spiking as she saw her friend's reaction to the invisible kisses. She felt a pang of jealousy, her own body craving the same treatment. Her eyes grew dark with desire as she watched Jafar's magic work its twisted charm on Jasmine.

The air grew thick with tension as Jafar's invisible ministrations brought Jasmine closer and closer to climax. Her hips began to rock in time with his unseen mouth, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt the orgasm build within her. And finally it came. Jasmine let out a powerful moan of joy. And as her orgasm subsided, Jafar, in Rania's body, reemerged.

"Your master is very pleased with you," he said, his voice a soft whisper that seemed to echo through the chamber. "You may leave the tub now, Jasmine."

With trembling legs, Jasmine pushed herself up and over the side of the tub, her body slick with milk and sweat. She stepped out, her legs wobbly from the intense experience. As she began to gather her clothing, she winced with every movement, a stark reminder of the brutal claiming she had just endured. Layla noticed the wince and said "Don't worry, you should be able to walk straight in a few hours"

"What about me, master?" Layla asked, her voice thick with need. "I want you to brutalize me as well."

Jafar's grin grew wider and sadistic, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "With pleasure, my dear" he said as he moved toward her, his dick coming out of Rania's pussy underneath the milk like a sword being drawn for battle.

He pinned Layla to the side of the tub with surprising strength for someone who was in Rania’s body, the cool marble sending a shiver through Layla. He lifted one of her legs, his gaze, rather Rania's, never leaving hers. The position was ****, exposing her to him fully. She felt the tip of his cock brushing against her pussy, the promise of what was to come making her skin break out in goosebumps.

With a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his hips moving in a savage rhythm that she could feel in every fiber of her being. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she threw her arms around Rania's neck to keep herself steady. The pleasure was overwhelming. She was so glad Jafar was claiming her after witnessing him having his fun with Rania and Jasmine for the past 30 minutes.

Jafar's hips pistoned faster and faster, the sound of his flesh slapping against Layla's echoing through the chamber. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over Layla, making her cry out with each impact. She felt so full, so alive.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper in her mind. "To be claimed like a wild beast?"

Layla nodded, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Yes, master," she breathed. "I want you to show me no mercy. Brutalize me harder so you can be proud of me and love me like Jasmine!"

Jafar smiled, gently put Rania’s hand on Layla’s cheek and said "Oh, sweetheart. I already love you..." Then he pulled out of her before turning her around, putting his dick back in her pussy from behind and began thrusting again. He pulled her up by grabbing her hair, so she was standing despite having his dick in her, which stretched her back and was a bit painful, and wrapped Rania’s arm around her neck. "...but if you want me to mercilessly brutalize you, who am I not to comply?"

The rhythm grew erratic, switching from fast to slow, from deep to shallow, and back again. It was as if he was playing a twisted game of cat and mouse with her orgasm, keeping her on the edge without allowing her to fall over. Layla's mind was a blur of sensation, her thoughts reduced to primal moans and gasps for air. She no longer felt human. She was a wild animal now for as far as she was concerned.

"Is that... merciless enough... for you?" Jafar's voice whispered through Rania's throat, the sound, a taunting echo in her ears.

Layla's eyes snapped open, the pain and pleasure blending into an intoxicating cocktail of sensation. She met Jafar's gaze through Rania's eyes, the hunger in her own gaze unmistakable. "More," she begged, her voice a raspy purr. "You are still too merciful. I want you to take me like an animal, like you own me completely."

With a wicked grin, Jafar obliged. He pushed her face down into the milk, the liquid filling her mouth and nose as she struggled to breathe. Jafar held her there, his hand still holding onto her hair and his cock pumping into her with a ferocity that sent waves of agony through her body.

For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of her body fighting in vain to get her face out of the milk so she could breathe and the slap of flesh against flesh. Jafar finally pulled Layla's face out of the milk with a cruel smile. She gasped for air, **** and spluttering as she desperately tried to fill her lungs. Despite allowing her to breathe, Jafar did not give her a second of respite from the relentless pounding he was giving her pussy.

"Now, is THAT merciless enough for you, my love?" he asked, his voice a dark purr that seemed to resonate through her very soul.

Layla gagged, her eyes watering from the milk. "Hahaha! Again!" she said, laughing in a delusional kind of way.

Jafar chuckled, his grip on her hair tightening. He pushed her face deeper into the milk, his cock still buried inside her. The liquid filled her nose and throat, and she could feel the pressure building in her lungs. But she didn't fight it; she didn't want to fight it. This was what she craved, the ultimate surrender of herself to his power. He then changed the angle of his hips so that every entry was a new kind of torment. He was deliberately hitting her cervix at a sharp angle, the pain making her eyes water. But she didn't protest. She didn't want him to stop.

Finally, with a sadistic grin, he pulled her face back out of the milk, he had left her there for longer this time. Her face was red and splotchy from the lack of oxygen. And just when she thought it was over, he pushed her face down again and began a thrust so long, sustained and powerful that she felt like it threatened to tear her uterus in half. He didn’t keep her down for the entire duration of the thrust though, he only pushed her back down for half a second to disrupt her attempt at recovery and then began slowly dragging her back up as he maintained the powerful thrust and pulled her hair so hard it threatened to pull some of them out. Jasmine looked at her. Her makeup was ruined and she was clearly in great pain, but, in her mind, the master didn’t detect any desire for him to stop, so he didn’t. All he detected was a desire to prove that she could take more than Jasmine and her own personal kink to being not only dominated, but destroyed, savaged into oblivion and she had found in her master a man willing to do such a thing.

Once Jafar had her upright once again, he changed his thrusts to a quick but powerful rhythm. "Have you had your dose of lack of mercy, yet?" he asked, without interrupting his thrusts, his voice filled with a dark amusement that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yes, master," she gasped, her voice hoarse from the milk and the difficulty to breathe. "But...I want...I want you to cum in me," she managed to get out through her labored breaths.

Jafar chuckled darkly, his grip on her hair tightening as he continued to fuck her without mercy. He could feel the pressure building within him, his climax approaching like a storm.

"As you wish, my sweet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You shall bear the mark of your master's triumph once again."

With renewed vigor, Jafar slammed into Layla, each thrust a declaration of his dominance. She felt her walls stretching around him, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, but she reveled in it, begging for more. The pressure in her lungs was almost unbearable, but she didn't care. All she knew was the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, owning her.

The room swam before her eyes as she reached the pinnacle of her climax. The world around her faded to white, and all she could feel was the explosion of pleasure that ripped through her body. She came with a scream, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Jafar's grip tightened, holding her in place as she rode out her orgasm.

As Layla's spasms began to subside, Jafar felt his own release approaching. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the chamber, he filled her with his hot, thick seed. It was a declaration of his victory, a brand that marked her as his property. She could feel his cum spurt deep within her, the warmth of it spreading through her body like a brand of ownership.

For a moment, they remained as they were, Jafar's cock still buried inside Layla, her body limp in his grasp. The only sounds were their harsh breathing and the occasional dribble of milk that fell from their skin back into the tub. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, a palpable **** that seemed to press down on them, demanding acknowledgment.

Slowly, Jafar pulled his cock out of Layla and retracted it back into Rania's pussy, the sound of it leaving her body echoing through the room like a gunshot. He stepped back, Rania's body shaking with the aftershocks of his own orgasm, the milk on the floor around the tub a testament to their depravity.

"Now, let's get out of there," he said, his voice still laced with a hint of the dark passion that had fueled their encounter.

With trembling legs, Layla allowed Jafar to help her out of the tub. The cool air of the chamber hit her like a slap, making her gasp as her skin pebbled with goosebumps. She felt a strange sense of vulnerability standing before him even though he was under the appearance of the sweet little Rania, her body glistening with milk and his seed. She would probably never see Rania in the same way again after that, like she had trouble seeing Jasmine in the same way after Jafar claimed her anus under her appearance. But, like that time when Jafar brutalized her anus there was also a thrill that shot through her, a sense of power that came from knowing she had endured his brutal claiming and come out the other side.

Jafar stepped out of the tub as well. He looked himself in the mirror, seeing Rania's reflection looking back at him with a look of satisfaction and hunger, his own. But as he stared into the mirror, Rania’s reflection began to waver and distort before it was replaced by Aisha’s. He knew that he had to claim Aisha and soon. He had to marry her and become sultan. Only then would he be able to restore the magic to this land. Only then would he be able to show the people what true power looked like.

"Ladies," Jafar said, his voice still a bit hoarse from the exertion, "please take my clothes in the closet and hide them in your room. I'll come take them back once my job here is done"