Jafar is unable to wait any longer and decides to claim Aisha right then and there

"Go ahead, my love. Claim me as your own. Make me discover the wonders Layla and Jasmine experienced on that fateful night. We may not be married yet, but I don't care. The hedges will hide our sins from unwanted attention..."

"I will do much better than that, my dear. I will make you discover something Jasmine and Layla have not experienced yet..." he leaned in for a kiss "Oh yeah, what is it?" She said as her lips embraced his, or rather, Rania's. She did not expect to have an answer so quickly...

As soon as their lips touched, Aisha inserted her tongue to meet Rania's, but she realized that it was not Rania's tongue that came into contact with hers, it was something harder, rounder, more obscene...it was...NO!!! This could not be!...Was it Jafar's dick?

Aisha's eyes grew wide with shock while Rania's seemed to smile at her with their knowing look. Jafar winked at her as he gave her the most unconventional french kiss of her life. Jafar was way more powerful than Aisha thought. He could not only possess women, he could make any part of his body come out of any part of his host and right now, he was making his penis come out of Rania's mouth and into Aisha's as they kissed.

"Don't worry sweetheart!" he said telepathically "You'll get used to it. I just want to know what kind of life you are signing up for. A life of sexual mysticism" Jafar could have pulled out of her mouth to tell her the same thing by voice, but he didn't want to. He planned on leaving his cock there until Aisha's mouth was full of his semen. He then began rolling his dick against her tongue as if it was just a regular french kiss. Aisha's eyes began to water.

Jafar then closed his eyes and put his arms around Aisha's shoulders and gently behind her head. His body language was akin to what would accompany a typical romantic kiss and he seemed to take great pleasure into making it look like it was exactly that, but this was no typical romantic kiss, it was way more sexual and alien than that. Aisha wasn't even sure of what it was exactly, but she loved it even though it terrified her. Jafar then put his hand on one of her breasts and began to press it hard. She was completely overwhelmed. She felt so helpless, yet so excited. His hand then let go of her boob and Jafar slowly and elegantly guided it downwards.

Aisha's body trembled with a mix of shock and excitement as Jafar's hand began to glide over her stomach, the gentle touch setting her skin alight. His fingertips danced closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, her heart hammering in anticipation of what was to come. She wanted to moan loudly, but the magic shaft in her mouth meant all she could do was breathe heavily.

As his hand reached the fabric of her skirt, he paused for a moment, his eyes boring into hers, seeking her silent consent. Aisha nodded eagerly, the tip of his cock poking at the back of her throat. With a sly smile, Jafar slid his hand beneath the material, his touch as soft as a whisper. He felt the warmth of her skin, the smoothness of her thighs. The anticipation was unbearable.

His fingers found the soft mound of her sex, her wetness already coating his fingertips. She gasped around his cock, her eyes fluttering shut as he began to stroke her gently, exploring her folds with the finesse of a master artist. Each touch sent a wave of pleasure through her body, making her legs quiver with need. The emotion was so intense, she was no longer able to focus on moving her tongue around her master's cock to please him. Jafar noticed and he had a solution for that.

He began to make small, shallow thrusts into her mouth with his head, the sensation strange and exhilarating. The pressure grew with each movement. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, torn between the pleasure of his hand on her pussy and the unnatural but oddly erotic feeling of his cock in her mouth. She felt her body responding, her hips moving almost of their own accord, silently begging for more of his touch.

Jafar felt his arousal grow with each stroke of her tongue. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had possessed many women and had them perform perverse acts for his pleasure, but this was something new, something he had never tried before and he realized he should have thought of before. He thought the idea of treating oral like it was something else and experimenting with his penis coming out of other areas of the host's body than the vagina was something just too good for him not to try and that gave him an idea on what to try next...but he knew it was not something Aisha would be able to take, no. Only the toughest woman in his unofficial harem would be able to handle it...

He pushed these thoughts aside and went back to focus on the pleasure he was currently having. He began thrusting faster into Aisha's mouth, fingering her deeper. He started to feel it. He was going to cum by kissing Aisha. He had such pleasure in that moment, that he thought he might faint...

As he grew closer to the edge, he telepathically whispered to her: "Good girls swallow, Aisha..."

Before she could even process what he had told her, a jet of sticky liquid started filling her mouth. Her eyes watered. She was even struggling to breathe a little. Even though her vision was blurred by the water, she could see that Jafar's (or rather Rania's) eyes were locked onto hers, filled with a great satisfaction.

With a final groan, Jafar pulled out of Aisha's mouth. The sight that greeted her was something she never expected. Rania's mouth was open, and his cock was still there, pulsing with the last throes of his orgasm. Aisha couldn’t believe it. She stared at it, the taste of his seed coating her mouth, the smell of it filling her nose. It was so...wrong...but at the same time, so...right.

Swallowing heavily, she tried to process what had just happened. The feeling of his warmth filling her mouth was overwhelming, the taste of him strange and powerful. It was the first time a man had ever come in her mouth, and she was surprised by the mix of disgust and excitement that washed over her. She had been a princess her whole life, but this was something she had never been prepared for. So, she did as he had told her and swallowed his cum, feeling it slide down her throat with a gulp. She then saw that Jafar's cock had become completely soft again. It was now resting on Rania's lower lip, but then, it quickly disappeared into Rania's throat. Jafar then mischievously caressed Rania's lips with her tongue. It was like watching a serpent retreat into its burrow, slithering back into its lair. Aisha knew it was a sight that would stay with her, forever etched into her mind: the sight of her servant swallowing her husband's mighty shaft.

Aisha felt something inside her break. Her anger at her father's betrayal, her fear of the inquisitors, and her own **** need for love and belonging, all of it crumpled in the face of Jafar's power. She dropped to her knees before him, bowing her head in submission.

"Your power is truly...overwhelming," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had no idea...I offer myself to you fully, my lord."

Jafar looked down at her with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, his eyes glinting with a dark pleasure. He reached out a hand and helped Aisha to her feet, pulling her closer to him. Aisha's body felt different in his arms, more alive than it ever had before. The warmth of it, the softness of her skin, the sweetness of her breath as she gasped for air, it was intoxicating.

Jafar then pulled his pants, or rather, his skirt down, revealing Rania's vagina. His cock came out of it, still resting after a great orgasm.

"Are you ready to lose your virginity and be mine for real, my love?"

"Yes," she breathed heavily, "but give yourself a few minutes. I want you to be ready again for me. All men need to recover after an orgasm"

Jafar smirked, amused by her innocence. With a flick of his wrist, his cock began to rise again. It grew before her eyes, stretching and thickening until it was fully erect once more. Aisha's eyes widened in amazement and awe. It was like there was no limit to what he could do.

He stepped closer to her, and she could feel the heat of his arousal. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her into him. The tip of his cock brushed against her stomach, leaving a trail of wetness from her saliva. Her breath hitched, and she felt her pussy clench in anticipation. She had never felt so ****, so exposed. But she also felt a thrill unlike any she had ever known.

"I want you, Aisha," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I want all of you."

Aisha felt a thrill of excitement as Jafar's hand moved between her legs. His fingers ghosted over her damp folds, sending a shiver through her body. She nodded eagerly, her voice a breathy whisper. "Yes, please."

Jafar smirked, the hunger in his eyes growing. He reached down, gripping the fabric of Aisha's pants and yanked them down with a swift motion. Her legs were bare, and he could see the glisten of her arousal. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her pussy swollen and begging for his touch. With a wicked grin, he leaned in and plunged his cock into her with a single, powerful thrust. Aisha's eyes went wide, and she let out a gasp that was half shock, half pleasure.

Her body tightened around him, her virginity giving way to his insistent intrusion. He felt a moment of triumph as he claimed her, the sensation of her velvety walls surrounding him was indescribable. He began to thrust, slow at first, giving her time to adjust to his size. But the need to possess her fully was too great, and soon he was moving faster, harder. Aisha's moans grew louder, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to keep up with the rhythm he set.

Jafar knew they couldn't risk being heard, so he put his hand over her mouth, muffling the sounds of her passion. The feel of her warm breath against his palm, the way her cheeks hollowed as she took him in deeper, it was all so erotic. He watched her eyes flutter closed in ecstasy, her body arching back, pressing her breasts against him. The sight of her in the throes of pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he had to clench his teeth to keep from shouting out his own pleasure.

"Silence my love! Once I am sultan, the whole palace will echo with the beautiful sounds of your screams and moans, but for now, we sadly have to be discreet."

Aisha nodded vigorously, her eyes glazed with pleasure and her body quivering with each powerful thrust. Jafar's hand remained over her mouth, but she was beyond caring. The feeling of him inside her was overwhelming, and she couldn't hold back the sounds of her passion. Her muffled cries grew louder, and she clung to him as if he was her only anchor in a sea of pleasure.

To get a better angle, Jafar slid his free arm under Aisha's leg, lifting it. This allowed him to push even deeper, the head of his cock hitting a spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise and pleasure, looking up at him with a mix of love and desperation.

He knew that finding her G-spot would push her over the edge, but the risk of discovery was too high. If he did, she would scream so hard, his hand would not be able to muffle the sound. So, he settled for a less intense approach, pumping in and out of her with increasing speed and ****. Aisha's moans grew louder, her body tensing with every stroke. He could feel her getting closer to climax, and his own need grew with every second.

As Aisha's pleasure mounted, she bit down on her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. And then, it finally overcame her. The hand over her mouth was the only thing keeping the guards from barging in, but it was becoming more and more difficult to keep quiet.

Finally, the crescendo of her orgasm subsided. Jafar felt her muscles relax around his cock. Her breathing slowed and there were small prints of blood oozing from her pussy and onto Jafar’s cock. He eased his hand away from her mouth, watching as she took in deep gulps of air. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a mix of awe and love.

"You are mine now," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "And together, we will rule this kingdom."

Aisha looked into Rania's eyes, searching for a glimpse of Jafar's soul. She saw the hunger there, the desire, the power of the wizard possessing the innocent maid, still thrusting into her as he had not reached his own climax yet.

"Could you come out of her, my love?"

"What?"

"Could you come out of Rania's body, so you can take me in your true, masculine form?"

Jafar grinned and said "You want me to come out of Rania? Very well. As soon as my orgasm is done, I'm coming out of her."

With that, Jafar began to thrust even harder into Aisha, his eyes blazing with passion as he chased his climax. Aisha could feel him getting closer, his body tightening with each push. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back as she met his movements with her own, **** to feel him come. Her hips bucked against him, urging him on.

The tension grew, the gardens oozing with the scent of their desire. And then, with one final, powerful stroke, plunged himself as deep as he could into her. Aisha's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the heat of Jafar's release fill her, her pussy clenching around him as he climaxed with a muffled scream. Jafar's body went rigid, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came, the feeling of her tightness around him sending him over the edge.

Jafar's eyes began to roll too. It was almost as if Rania was in a trance. He stuck out his tongue, overwhelmed with sexual and magical pleasure. Then, at the climax of his orgasm, Aisha felt he was going deep into her, really deep. More than should be humanly possible. It was as if his penis was a snake, moving inside her body as it pleased. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange, mystical, weird. Then, she didn't feel anything. His mighty shaft wasn't inside her pussy anymore, but...she didn't feel him pulling out. What had just happened?

As the haze of pleasure lifted from their minds, Rania's eyes focused on Aisha. "Princess Aisha," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper filled with confusion. She looked down at her own body, her hand moving to touch her face as if to ensure she was still herself. "Are you...? Are you alright?"

"Oh yes, I am. I just had the most wonderful moment of my life. What about you? Am I talking to Jafar or Rania?"

"Rania, the master has kept his word and has left my body"

The words hung in the air like a fine mist, thick with the scent of the aftermath of passion. Aisha watched the maid carefully, looking for any sign of the wizard within her, but she saw none. She took a deep breath, feeling the emptiness in her pussy where moments ago Jafar had been.

"Rania," she began, her voice still trembling slightly. "Do you remember what happened while...while Jafar was in you?"

Rania looked up at her with a look of confusion. "I...I remember everything, Your Highness," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's like I was watching from a distance, unable to do anything but experience...everything."

Aisha's heart raced. She had felt the power in Jafar's touch, the way he had claimed her, made her his own. "And did you like it?"

Rania looked away, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "I...I don't know what you mean, Your Highness."

Aisha's eyes searched Rania's, looking for any hint of the truth. She could sense the maid's discomfort, and she knew what it meant. "You don't have to be shy with me," she said gently. "I know what happened. I felt it too and I absolutely loved it, so you don't have to be ashamed if you liked it."

Rania looked up, her eyes wide with relief. "Thank you, Your Highness," she murmured. "It's just...I've never felt anything like that before. The things he made me do, the things he did to me...it was all so...so powerful."

"I understand," Aisha said, her voice filled with understanding. "Jafar's power is unlike anything I've ever felt. The way he possesses people...it's like they become an extension of him, a vessel for his desires."

Rania nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and fear. "I...I never knew I could feel like that," she admitted. "The things he made me do, the way he used my body...it was like I had no control, but at the same time, I felt alive. It was...exhilarating."

Aisha could see the longing in her eyes, the desire to experience that power again. "Jafar is a master of pleasure," she murmured, "and of control. But he is also a man of his word. He will come to you again, I'm sure of it."

Rania's eyes lit up, a hint of hope shining through the confusion. "I know I shouldn't say obscene things like that, but the hard anal with Jasmine and the brutalization of Layla in the milk bath...and also, last night's events with Fatima...these are all things that were so...wrong, but I loved every single second of it. I want to live that again, and I'm ashamed of that..."

Aisha took Rania's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't be," she said softly. "Pleasure is a natural thing. And also, you didn't say anything about the fun you had while fucking me...are you saying your princess is bad at sex?"

Rania's eyes widened with horror. "No, no, Your Highness!" she exclaimed, her voice high with panic. "You are amazing! I've never felt anything like that before! It's just...I don't know how to say it without sounding...disrespectful and I still have a hard time getting over the fact that I've fucked my own princess and..."

Aisha interrupted her with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Rania, I was just kidding," she said, her voice light and teasing. "You don't have to worry about what's right or wrong. We're all just living in this messed up world, trying to find our own happiness."

Leaning down, Aisha pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Rania's hand, the warmth of her lips a comforting gesture that seemed to ease the tension. "And when Jafar does come back to you, you'll know that it's not just for his pleasure, but for yours as well," she whispered.

"Speaking of which...where is he?" said Aisha.

"Isn't it obvious? He came out of me while he was having sex with you. That can only mean one thing..."

"That's ridiculous Rania. I felt something weird when he came, but then, everything went back to normal. I'm still in control of my body and..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Aisha was telepathically interrupted by Jafar. "She is right, my love. I am within..."

"What?"

"Can you feel me moving inside you?"

Aisha's eyes widened with shock as she felt a strange sensation, as if something was slithering under her skin. "Jafar?" she gasped.

The feeling grew more intense, and she could feel the presence moving through her. It was as if he was exploring every inch of her body, claiming her from the inside out. Her leg twitched as she felt him slide through her muscles, her belly rumbled as he curled up inside her. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire that made her breath catch in her throat.

"Your Highness?" Rania's voice was filled with concern, her eyes searching Aisha's face for any sign of distress.

Aisha's grip on Rania's hand tightened as she tried to process what she was feeling. The sensation grew more intense, and she could feel Jafar's presence coiling around her very essence, filling her up. "I...I think he's inside me," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

"Well yes, he was inside me too. He took over me..."

"No, this is something else. He didn't possess me right away. Instead, he moves around my body as if his physical form was literally inside mine..." Jafar's telepathic laughter filled Aisha's mind, the sound echoing through her thoughts like a siren's call. "Surprise, my love," he murmured, his presence a warm caress that sent shivers down her spine. "I thought you might like a little taste of what it's like to have me inside you without the mess of skin and bones. I always enjoy surprising women with my powers like that."

Rania's eyes widened with concern as she watched Aisha's face contort with a mix of pleasure and confusion.

"What's happening?" she whispered.

Aisha felt something pushing against her back, and suddenly, two slender, graceful hands emerged from her skin, as if they were being born from the very essence of her being. The hands, unmistakably Jafar's, flexed their fingers, feeling the fabric of the reality they were now part of.

The hands then began to untie her bra which fell to the ground, revealing her breasts. The sight was both mesmerizing and eerie, as if watching a puppeteer manipulate a marionette from within. The cool evening air brushed against her now exposed flesh, sending goosebumps across her body.

"What...what are you doing?" Aisha managed to ask, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and excitement.

The hands retreated into her body and a moment later, they emerged from the sides of her breasts, as if they were growing out of her flesh. They cupped her breasts gently, his thumbs flicking over her erect nipples. She watched in amazement as her body reacted to his touch, her nipples pebbling even more under his caress.

"I gave you the weirdest oral of your life..."

His shaft then emerged from in between her breasts. The sight made her feel so powerless...

"...now I'm gonna give you the weirdest titty fuck of your life"

The words had barely left Jafar's mind when Aisha felt his cock, now emerged from her chest, begin to thrust between her breasts. Her eyes widened with astonishment and she looked down to see her own tits bounce and jiggle with each movement as the hands rubbed them against the mighty shaft. It was a sight she had never seen before, and it was both bizarre and incredibly erotic.

Rania watched in a mix of horror and fascination as Aisha's body was used in such a way. She had seen Jafar possess women before, but never in such a direct and physical manner. Her own encounter with him had been intense, but it was nothing compared to this.

Aisha's eyes never left Jafar's cock sliding back and forth between her breasts, his hands moving in a blur as they manipulated her flesh to his will. It was as if she was watching someone else's body respond to his touch, but the pleasure was all her own. She felt her pussy growing wetter with each stroke, her body betraying the fear that her mind was trying to hold onto.

"Haha! Don't be afraid! You know you're not actually afraid of what I'm doing to you, but you're afraid that you're gonna like it."

"Master...this is...so messed up." She said as she saw Jafar's cock being repeatedly ground in between her tits.

"Ah, but you like how messed up it is. You've got a dirty mind, Aisha. I know it. I can read it.

"I...I can't...I can't like it..."

"But you do...Rania, suck my dick a little so it slides better in between the royal breasts..."

Rania's eyes went wide with shock and she looked at Aisha, but the princess just nodded, biting her lip. "Do as he says, Rania," she whispered, her cheeks aflame. "Let's see where this takes us."

With trembling hands, Rania reached out and took hold of Jafar's cock coming out of the princess's breasts, her touch tentative and uncertain. She had never done anything like this before, never even imagined such a thing could happen. But as she held him, she felt a strange warmth, a power that thrummed through her very being, connecting her to him in a way she couldn't explain. She brought her mouth closer to his cock, her heart racing.

"Take it deep. It want your saliva all over it"

With a gulp, Rania did as she was told. She took Jafar's cock deeper into her mouth. After a few seconds, it suddenly vanished back into Aisha's tits.

"Now, I'm gonna show our little princess how much she likes it when I do messed up things..."

And with that, Jafar's cock began to thrust faster and harder between Aisha's breasts. Jafar's hands on her tits moved with a newfound vigor, pushing them together with a fierce determination that made her nipples ache with pleasure. Her body responded in ways she never knew it could, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt his shaft slide over her sensitive skin. It was as if her breasts had become an instrument for his pleasure, and he was the conductor, playing a symphony of desire that only he could compose.

Rania watched, she knew she should have been terrified, but she wasn't as much as she should have. The initial horror had subsided way too quickly and she felt ashamed. She felt the power of the wizard's possession, the thrill of being part of something so forbidden, so utterly decadent. And as she stared at the sight before her, she felt her own arousal growing, her pussy wet and begging for attention.

The rhythm of Jafar's thrusts grew slower, more deliberate. Each time he pushed forward, Aisha's breasts would engulf his cock, the soft flesh enveloping him in a warm, tight embrace. He felt the pressure build, his cock being crushed between the pillows of flesh, the sensation was heavenly. It was as if he was being worshiped by the very body he sought to possess.

But as much as he enjoyed Aisha's breasts, he couldn't help but think of the others he had tasted. Jasmine's had been like two plump peaches, ripe and sweet, with a slight firmness that had made his mouth water. Her moans of pleasure had filled the room as he had squeezed and massaged her tits around his cock, her eyes glazed over with lust. And Fatima... ah, Fatima. Her breasts had been like two golden globes, heavy with desire, each touch of her nipples sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

He had always found the belly dancer's body to be a marvel. The way she moved, the way she could make any man's cock stand at attention with just a flick of her hips or a flutter of her eyes. But now, as he felt Aisha's body react to his telekinetic control, he had to admit that her breasts, while not as large as Fatima's, had a certain...perfection to them. They were the perfect size for his hands, the perfect softness for his cock. The way they bounced and jiggled with every thrust was a sight and a sensation to behold, though this might also be due to the unusual way he was fucking them...

The orgasm was building, a pressure that grew with every second he remained inside her, every time her flesh slammed against his cock. It was as if he could feel the very essence of the universe coalescing in that one point of contact, ready to explode and fill the world with his seed. It was a power that no one else could understand, a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Lean forward, my love," he whispered in Aisha's mind, his thoughts echoing through her consciousness like a siren's call. "...and Rania, position your face right in front of Her Highness's boobs"

Both Aisha and Rania obeyed without question, knowing what was about to happen. Aisha leaned forward, her breasts bobbing slightly with the movement, and Rania knelt before her, her face mere inches from the cock that was still protruding from Aisha's chest appearing and disappearing between her breasts as it thrusted.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jafar's cock emerged from Aisha's breasts, the tip glistening with precum. Rania's eyes were locked on it, her pupils dilated with anticipation. Jafar's grip on Aisha's breasts tightened, and she could feel his cock swelling even more, his seed building up within him.

And then it happened. Cum shot out of his cock like a geyser, arcing through the air in a thick, white stream that landed with a wet splat on Rania's face. She gasped, her eyes closing instinctively as the warm, sticky fluid painted her cheeks and nose. The **** of his orgasm was such that it spurted out of Aisha's breasts as if they were the very source of his climax.

As the first rope of cum hit Rania, Aisha felt a strange sense of relief wash over her. It was as if the tension that had been coiled inside her had been released in a burst of pleasure that she could almost feel herself. Her body shuddered with the aftershocks of his climax, her own desire now a raging inferno that demanded satisfaction.

"Master, when I asked you to get out of Rania, I meant I wanted you to fuck me as your real self" she thought to Jafar.

"...and I will, sweetheart, but as long as we're not alone in your room, it would be too dangerous to show myself."

The warm, sticky fluid dripped down Rania's cheeks, pooling on her chest before it began to fall to the floor. The sound of it was oddly hypnotic, a reminder of the intimate act that had just transpired between them. Despite the shock of it all, Aisha couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at seeing her servant in such a submissive, debased position.

Jafar's cock twitched once more before it and his hands disappeared back into Aisha's body. It was as if he was retreating, leaving only the evidence of his power behind. Aisha's breasts bounced slightly as they were released from his control, the feeling of emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness she had felt just moments before.

Aisha then rose back up, but Rania noticed something had changed in the way she looked at her. She knew Jafar had taken charge.

"Master," Rania whispered, her voice trembling, "Did you... did you enjoy that?"

Jafar felt a thrill of pleasure at the sight of Rania, her face a mask of cum, her eyes still filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Ah, my sweet, obedient Rania," he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Did you think I wouldn't?"

Aisha's body, now under his control, reached down and gently stroked Rania's cheek, smearing the cum across her skin. The maid's eyes closed in submission, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Master, are you... are you happy with me?"

Jafar's voice was a seductive whisper coming from Aisha's mouth. "Very happy, my pet. Now, go wash your face in the fountain. The cool water will do you good."

Rania nodded, her legs shaky from what had just happened. She stumbled slightly as she made her way to the fountain, her eyes never leaving the spot where Jafar's cock had just been. The water felt like a balm to her overheated skin, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between her legs. As she rinsed the cum from her face, she couldn't help but think about how she had never felt so used and yet so alive than in the last days.

Jafar, through Aisha's eyes, watched her intently, his satisfaction evident. He had finally possessed Aisha. Soon, he would marry her and he would become sultan. Rania returned from the fountain, her face clean but her mind still reeling from the encounter. She hoped he would possess her again. "Your highness," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "the...the fountain was very refreshing." Jafar nodded, a wry smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure it was, my dear, but now, I believe the princess wishes to retire to her chambers. You are dismissed"

"As you wish, 'Your Highness'" said Rania as she bowed and left. Jafar then went back to Aisha's room. She wanted him to fuck her in his true form and he was going to grant her her wish.

When he reached her room, the guards, recognizing him as Princess Aisha, bowed down to him. This sight filled him with excitement. It felt as if he was already sultan.

"Rise up," he said in Aisha's voice, "...and open the door. I need my privacy." The guards obeyed without question. As Jafar entered Aisha's room, he had to resist the urge to laugh at the irony of the situation. Last time, his attempt to get into this room had been foiled by the guards, but now, here they were, willingly granting him access with a red carpet.

The doors to the chamber swung shut with a gentle thud, and Jafar took a moment to appreciate the grandeur of his surroundings. The room was vast, with high ceilings adorned with intricate gold leaf designs, and walls lined with richly woven tapestries. The plush carpets underfoot were as soft as the finest velvet, muffling any sound he made as he walked towards the ornate four-poster bed that dominated the center of the room. The bed looked like a cloud, inviting him to indulge in the carnality he had been craving since he first laid eyes on Aisha.

But his gaze was drawn to the balcony. The arched opening led to a sprawling expanse that overlooked the gardens, the palissade casting shadows that danced and played across the manicured lawns and sparkling fountains. Beyond the high walls of the palace, the city lay sprawled out like a treasure trove, just waiting for him to claim it along with the rest of the sultanate. Jafar felt a thrill run through him as he took in the view. This was power. This was what he deserved. He then thought of the two guards outside and realized the room was so large, it's unlikely they would hear anything happening in the bed as long as Aisha didn't scream too loud.

He turned back to the room and began his meticulous inspection. He had to be absolutely certain that the sultan had kept his word and that all peepholes in the room had been sealed shut. He searched Aisha's memories and unsurprisingly found that she had already inspected them, but he couldn't take any risks. He wanted to investigate them himself. He searched around, looking for any hole the princess might have missed and after searching for a while, he was pretty confident he could unmask himself of Aisha's physical form.

Jafar walked closer to the bed and with a wave of his hand, he left Aisha's body. Her eyes snapped open in surprise and confusion. She gasped, her hand flying to her chest as if to ensure she was still herself.

Turning to face her, Jafar revealed himself in all his glory. He was naked, his body sculpted and powerful, the kind of body that would make any woman's heart race. His cock stood erect, a proud declaration of his virility and power. Aisha's eyes widened, taking in every inch of him. She had seen his body before, but never like this. Never so...real.

"Come, my love," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "Let's consummate our union."

"Before we're married? That's inappropriate..." she said seductively, as she undressed and went under the sheets.

Jafar smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. He slid into bed beside her, the scent of her arousal already thick in the air. "It is indeed very inappropriate" he murmured, his hand tracing the curve of her hip, before going down and disappearing under the sheets.

Her body stiffened in anticipation as she felt his warm breath against her inner thighs. His lips kissed and licked along the sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. Aisha felt the wetness of his tongue as it began to explore her most intimate folds. His mouth found her clit, and he sucked gently, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she let out a soft moan that was music to Jafar's ears.

He knew her body so well, even in this new form. His expert touch had her squirming and begging for more. His tongue flicked and danced over her clit, her hands tangled in the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to grab his hair and **** his mouth deeper into her. She could feel the heat building, the pressure growing until she thought she might burst.

She started moaning louder and louder and then the sheets were sent flying into the air as Jafar emerged with the speed of a lightning bolt. She felt his hand cover her mouth, stifling her cries. She looked at him with wide eyes, and he whispered, "The guards, my love. We must be quieter. Sorry to say that, but I'm afraid we're going to have to reserve that kind of stuff for once we’re married. You were already moaning loudly when I fucked you in the gardens, but this was going to be something else."

Her eyes searched his, a silent plea for understanding, and he nodded. Aisha reached her hand to his and gently took it away from her mouth. "But I will control myself, ok? I will put my own hand on my mouth and..."

"It might work, yes, but I've had sex with enough women to know that you are the kind of woman who moans very loudly and you can't help it. Yes, it's probable that keeping your hand on your mouth will keep the guards from hearing us, but it's still possible that it won't and we can't risk it"

Aisha looked very disappointed. "So it's my fault?"

"Never, my love," Jafar assured her, his voice a velvety caress that seemed to ease her concerns. "The sound of your pleasure is like a symphony to me, but we must be cautious. The guards outside, they're loyal to your father. If they suspect anything, it could ruin everything. Once we're married, I will revel in hearing the sweet sounds of your moaning, but until then, we're gonna have to restrain ourselves."

He leaned over her, his hand cupping her mouth as his other hand slid back under the sheets to position his dick. He found her slick entrance, and he pushed inside her. Aisha's eyes widened in surprise, but, thankfully, Jafar's hand prevented any noise from escaping. Jafar began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that was both gentle and insistent. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure began to build again. Despite the need for quiet, her hips began to rock against his, silently begging for more. Jafar took this as his cue to increase the pace and he did. Their bodies moved together in silent harmony, their eyes locked in a fiery dance of passion. Jafar could feel the tension coiling inside him, ready to snap like a bowstring. Aisha's eyes grew wet with the effort of holding back her moans. Jafar then realized Aisha was the only woman in the palace whom he had looked straight in the eye in his true form as he was fucking her this made her special.

He leaned down and kissed her, his hand moving from her mouth to cradle the back of her head. The kiss was deep and passionate, a silent declaration of his love and his intent to claim her fully. As he kissed her, he felt the tension in her body begin to build again, her walls tightening around his cock. He knew she was close, and he didn't want to stop. Aisha's eyes went wide, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as the orgasm crashed over her, her body arching off the bed.

They continued making love all night long after that, trying out different positions. Jafar made some attempts to fuck her right onto her G-Spot, but every time, he quickly had to stop as this made her moans too loud. He also didn't try anal with her just yet, as he considered it to be the ultimate form of domination and he wanted to reserve it for when he'd be sultan. Regardless, the night was nothing short of heavenly for both of them. They were now bound by love and destiny and nothing would ever keep them apart anymore...