Jafar

Yuffie is making a mess at the bar, and gives you a grateful hug once you come back. She turns her nose and comments 'you smell awful, like an unwashed whore' you laugh.

The world feels light and simple, even if your body, particularly your pluckered butthole, was burning like hell. It wasnt a particularly demanding job, but the current situation made it a bit more stenuous.

You mix an 'Arabian nights', and is surprised to find Jafar facing you. He looks miserable, almost a stray cat out of a fight. His clothes are torn, his hair is a mess, he has nail marks on his neck and a black eye. "What the hell happened?" you ask.

Jasmine had been complaining ever since the two got married back in Agrabah, and he was trying to cheer her up. She got upset frequently, and now she was complaining about Jafar's harem. Or, more precisely, the fact he would be 'fucking any vaguely exotic bimbo that happened to get his fancy'. Now that is a most unfair accusation, the Harem is composed of carefully picked girls worthy of a Sultan, but her arguments were illogical, like her own lack of a Harem, or the fact she wouldnt be having sex with anyone else besides her husband.

At the rooms entrance, and Jafar admits it now, he made the mistake of commenting the reason for that was because a man's sex drive was far greater than a woman's, and it would be childish to hold them at the same standards. 'Oh really?' she said

Jasmine locked herself in the bathroom for ten minute, enough time to make Jafar regret taking her there. But when she came out she was gorgeous, dressed in a see through scarlet bedlah, with long veils and tingling golden bells. Her eyes were mysterious, her perfume entrancing, and she danced with the grace of desert wind. Not bad for a virgin, Jafar though.

Her performance was flawless, but he though it was only training. When he tried to touch her hump she slapped his face, and ordered him down, and quiet. The sucubbus had the temerity of caressing his stiff prick with only her feets and toe, and he was so hard he came in his pants.

She noticed the deflated member, of course, but rather than noting her victory she sat on his lap, and rubbed her alluring body on his manhood, demanding his manly services. It was better than Coriander for renewed vigor, and this time Jasmine begged Jafar to take her, make her a woman.

He fucked the princess doggie style, without a shred of romance or remorse as her blood spilled from her virgin cunt. She was in pain, and tears ran down her face, but she endured it heartedly and eventually started to meet each thrust with one of her own, fucking him back. She was trying to not beg him to stop when he finally came inside her, filling her belly for the first time with warm sperm. But not the last.

The tigress got a taste for the seed, and before five minutes passed she asked 'Jafar? I have an itchy... I need your meaty rod to scratch it' or later on 'Jafar... can you wear the veil this time' and then 'Jafar? can we try the bathtub?'. A glob of spunk caught her hair, and she was busy washing it, but he had no doubt she would soon demand his attentions. It was impossible! But what could he do, he couldnt hide from his wife forever.

Level 25
HP (Health Points): 600/875
MP (Magic Points): 1200/1200
SP (Sexual Points): 20/1370

Equipment:
Jafar's Magic Staff

Summon:
Genie, Tinkerbell

Abilities:
MP Haste, Belly dancer drive form