Jafar wakes up the next day in Jasmine's body

The next day, the captain of the palace guards ordered all the maids to be gathered for interrogation. Most of them were confused and had no idea why, but Layla and Jafar, still in Jasmine’s body, both had a fairly good idea. Once they were all gathered, the captain started speaking:

"Alright ladies, listen up. Last night, someone was seen trying to enter princess Aisha’s room. We’re not sure who that was but they supposedly had a very feminine silhouette and they seemed to be dressed like a palace maid. Do none of you know anything about that?”

Jafar didn’t wanna speak first and neither did Layla. None of them wanted to paint a target on their back. There was an awkward moment of silence before one of the other maids spoke:

"Excuse me, captain, but we, as palace maids, often enter princess Aisha’s room to tend to her every need, so if it WAS one of us, could you explain what the problem is?"

Her name was Rania. As Jafar looked at her, he noticed her boobs and her ass were pretty small compared to Layla’s or Jasmine’s, but while she didn’t have the opulence these two had, she had such an innocent look and expression, that Jafar couldn’t help but to be attracted to her. He thought her pure and innocent beauty would make it all the more enjoyable to savagely dominate her in bed, but for the moment, he tried to stop thinking about that and to act like Jasmine would in this situation. He turned to the captain as he was responding to Rania:

"The problem, miss, is that it happened WAY past the curfew. It was almost 2AM. I don’t think I need to tell you that even you, palace maids, are forbidden from entering the princess’s chamber at that time. We are not entirely sure what her intentions were, but some of you and also other people, have reported loud screams and moaning coming from the east wing of your quarters…"

Hearing this, Jafar got worried. How could he have been so careless? He reminded himself of the powerful roar he had let out while cumming into Jasmine’s mouth and of the loud screams Layla made while he pounded her anus like there was no tomorrow, and indeed he realized he didn’t think enough about tomorrow while doing the deed. He only thought of the pleasure it brought him in that moment. And about Layla, when they got up from bed in the morning, Jafar had realized she was limping a little. Apparently, he had fucked her ass so hard, she hadn’t fully recovered from it yet. He had also noticed her neck was still a bit red where he had strangled her while destroying her butt. Of course, there was never any danger she would die from this. Jafar was a master of the art of strangling someone in a way that asserted his dominance, but still allowing the person to breathe. It was all a sexual kink, not an actual act of ****. Either way, Layla still bore the marks of last night’s events and Jafar prayed no one would notice it.

"...no one has been able to tell from where exactly, though. However, the rather sexual tone of those screams and the fact that they happened a mere 15 minutes after someone tried to sneak into Aisha’s chamber makes me believe we are dealing with a flesh wizard."

"What is a flesh wizard?", asked Rania.

"A flesh wizard is a man who has the ability to possess a woman’s body by having sex with her. Very few of them ever existed and there’s a few people like you that don’t even KNOW they ever existed, but they’re a big part of why the sultan outlawed the use of magic. Now, you might think we are just being paranoid and that there’s no reason to believe these two events could be related, but trust me, there’s one we’ve been hunting for quite a while and if that guy has been able to possess one of you, that is a serious threat to the safety of princess Aisha"

"Now, let's get down to business," the captain continued, his voice stern. "I'm going to ask each of you some questions that only a palace maid should know. If any of your answers seem suspicious or out of place, I'm afraid we'll have to take it further."

The room grew tense as the captain approached the first maid, a young woman named Samira. He began a line of questioning about the palace layout and protocols, which she answered confidently, though her eyes darted around the room nervously. Still in Jasmine's body, Jafar looked nervous, but it was just an act. He knew there wasn't any chance he'd get caught. A lesser flesh wizard would likely have been, but Jafar was so powerful that being in her body allowed him to search through all of Jasmine's memories in mere seconds and to gain a perfect understanding of how she would respond in this situation. He would not only answer what she would have answered, he would ACT the same way she would while answering as well. If he tried really hard, he could act so indistinguishably like Jasmine that her own mother would never realize something was up.

The interrogation proceeded smoothly, each maid being questioned about their duties and routines. Jafar felt a twinge of boredom as he waited his turn, but his mind was racing with thoughts of what he could do next. He had to be careful not to give himself away, but the longer he remained in Jasmine's body, the more he enjoyed the power and freedom it gave him. The way her tight, curvy body felt in her clothes was exhilarating, and the memory of her submission and moans of pleasure from the night before was like a ****. He couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of fucking her again, maybe even more brutally this time.

Finally, it was Layla's turn. The captain scrutinized her, his gaze lingering on the faint marks around her neck. Jafar's heart skipped a beat, but Layla remained calm, her eyes cast downward in a display of respect.

"Layla," the captain began, his tone firm, "can you tell us where you were last night during the time of the disturbance?"

Her eyes remained on the floor as she spoke softly, "I was in my room, asleep, Captain."

The captain nodded slowly, his gaze still lingering on the marks on her neck. "And can anyone corroborate this?"

Layla glanced up briefly, meeting his eyes with a look of feigned innocence. "My roommate, Jasmine, was with me all night. She can vouch for me."

The captain looked over at Jafar, still in Jasmine's body. "And what can you tell us, Jasmine?"

Jafar took a deep breath, channeling all of Jasmine's experiences and knowledge to give a convincing performance. "Sir, I can confirm Layla's story. We were both in our room, asleep, during the entire night. I heard nothing out of the ordinary."

The captain looked him over, his eyes sharp and searching. "Very well, Jasmine. But let's talk about something that only the two of us would know. Last week, I had a private conversation with you regarding the new tapestries in the royal dining hall. Do you remember what I said to you about the one depicting the battle of Agrabah?"

"Ah, yes Captain," Jafar said, his voice mimicking Jasmine's sweet, obedient tone. "You had mentioned that the tapestry reminded you of your own valor during the battle."

The captain's expression softened, his gaze becoming less intense. "That's correct," he said with a nod. "Your memory serves you well, Jasmine."

Just as the tension in the room was about to subside, the heavy doors to the chamber swung open, and in walked Sultan Al-Rahman, his royal robes billowing around him. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene of the maids as they all bowed before him. The room grew quieter than a desert at midnight.

"Rise," the sultan boomed, his voice echoing off the walls. "I wish to speak with all of you."

The maids all stood, heads bowed in respect, and Jafar felt a twinge of amusement at the sultan's dramatic entrance. As Sultan Al-Rahman approached the group, he paused, his eyes scanning each of them as if searching for something hidden.

"I understand that you are all confused and perhaps even frightened," the sultan began, his voice echoing through the chamber. "But let me explain to you the nature of the threat we face. Some flesh wizards, especially the inexperienced ones, find it difficult to maintain their form under pressure. They tend to, shall we say, 'leak'."

The maids looked at each other with a mix of confusion and horror, while Jafar, hidden in Jasmine's body, had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. What kind of novice did they think he was? He was not some inexperienced buffoon whose dick is going to pop out at random. He was a master...no, THE master of flesh magic. His dick was never going to come out of Jasmine unless he wanted it to. To think that he would just 'leak' like this was an insult to his talent and power. He found it offensive as much as he found it amusing.

"I've heard that sometimes," the sultan continued, "their true form...ahem, their male...uh, member... can, how do I say, make an unexpected appearance if they get too excited or stressed. And since the screams we heard last night were... of a rather intimate nature, I believe it's a good idea to check each one of you."

The maids gasped in shock and looked around at each other in horror. Jafar felt a rush of excitement, but quickly composed himself, remembering he was in Jasmine's body and that he had to act accordingly.

"But, your Highness," Jafar protested, keeping his voice as high and innocent as he could, "we are just simple maids. This is such a humiliating request!"

Sultan Al-Rahman's eyes narrowed. "It is for the safety of my daughter, Jasmine. If one of you is hiding something, it is my duty to find it out." He waved his hand dismissively. "Now, strip. I assure you, this is a necessary precaution."

Layla was the first to comply, her eyes on the floor as she untied her robe, letting it fall to the ground. Her naked form was revealed to be unblemished by the previous night's events. Her breasts were firm, and her stomach was flat, a stark contrast to what her body looked like just hours before. She wore her anal discomfort with a stoicism that made Jafar proud of his handiwork.

The other maids followed suit, each one shedding their garments with varying degrees of **** and modesty. The sight of so many naked women made the guards' eyes bulge, and even the sultan had to **** himself to maintain a stern expression. The only man in the room that didn’t seem affected at all was a mysterious cloaked man looking at the scene with a severe and stoic expression as he quietly took notes without interfering. Jafar felt a stirring in Jasmine's body, her pussy growing moist at the thought of what was to come. He had to mentally slap himself to focus on the task at hand.

When it was Jasmine's turn, she took a deep breath and slowly untied her robe, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool around her feet. She stepped out of it gracefully, feeling the cool air caress her naked skin. The sultan's eyes swept over her, searching for any signs of maleness. Jafar knew it was useless.

"Your Highness," the captain spoke up, his eyes on the maids, "I recommend that all maids from the east wing be restricted from the princess's presence until we can be certain of their innocence."

Sultan Al-Rahman's gaze swept over the group, his eyes lingering on Jafar in Jasmine's body. "Very well," he said with a heavy sigh, his disappointment palpable. "Until this matter is resolved, no maid from the east wing shall be allowed near my daughter. This is for her safety and the protection of our kingdom."

Jafar had to bite the inside of Jasmine's cheek to keep from smirking. The foolish sultan had no idea that he was playing right into his hands. The east wing restriction meant nothing to him. He could simply possess one of the maids from the west or center wings and be as close to Aisha as he liked. The old idiot didn't even try to restrict the maids from the east wing from seeing the ones from the other wings. The idea of the challenge made him feel alive, his cock swelling inside Jasmine in anticipation of the hunt.

But then, Jafar reminded himself that he had to be somewhere as his real self: a "loyal" vizier and province governor of the sultan's in 3 days. If he wasn't there, people might start to grow wise to the fact that he was the flesh wizard and he couldn't let that happen. The hunt would have to wait. With a mental sigh, he pushed the thoughts of Aisha's sweet moans and trembling body aside, focusing instead on the logistics of his next move.

Jafar had always enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the challenge of taking what wasn't his, and the power that came with it. Now, with Layla and Jasmine under his control, he had two beautiful pawns in his game, and they could be quite useful. He had to be careful not to let his desires cloud his judgment. He had to play this game with the precision of a grand chess master, always thinking several moves ahead.

As the maids were dismissed, Jafar couldn't help but let his eyes linger on Rania, that little maid from the center wing. She had an innocence that was so alluring, and he knew that once he had her, he could use her to get to Aisha, since she was unaffected by the new restrictions. He would have to find a way to get her alone, to place his lips on hers and then she would be his forever.

Once they were back in Layla and Jasmine's room, Jafar left Jasmine's body. He had to plan his next move carefully. He had to figure out a way to isolate Rania and to fuck and possess her without anyone noticing.

"Are you leaving?" said Layla with a hint of sadness.

"When are you coming back?" added Jasmine.

"I don't know. I'll have to wait until things quiet down around here. I also have to attend a ball with that idiot of a sultan in 3 days. Until then, both of you need to get close to Rania. She will be my new host when I come back. It will be under her guise that I will get into Aisha's chamber and finally possess her. I want you to find a place in the palace you can lure Rania to so I can possess her and of course I don't want to have to rush it. I want to savor every moment and to take my time to fuck her and fuck her well before possessing her body. So there must be no risk of us getting caught at all, understood?"

They both nodded. Layla looked up at him with those gorgeous doe eyes filled with a mix of lust and fear. She knew what he was capable of. She had felt his cock inside her, pounding away until she was nothing but a moaning mess. She also knew that she had to obey him. Not because she was afraid of the consequences, but because she had never felt more alive than when she was under his control. And she wanted more of that feeling. Much more. And, of course, his magic prevented her from having any desire to disobey him anyway. Ever since he had kissed her for the first time, his magic twisted her mind to make her his obedient ****.

"Good," Jafar said, stroking Jasmine's cheek. "I'll be back for you both soon."