The Sands of Time

I knelt on the cold marble floor, the silence of the room broken only by Jasmine’s ragged, sobbing breaths. She was face down, her hips still raised slightly, her body twitching from the aftershocks of the zero-gravity sodomy.

I gripped her hips and pulled back slowly. SQUELCH.

The sound was wet and heavy. As the head of my cock cleared her sphincter, her anus gaped open, a stretched, red circle that refused to close, pulsing helplessly. A mixture of white seed and intestinal fluids bubbled out, running down the inside of her thighs, mixing with the juices from her pussy to create a sticky, chaotic mess of royal ruin.

"Look at you," I whispered, tracing the rim of her used hole with my thumb. "You're leaking my mark all over the Palace floor."

Jasmine tried to turn her head, her cheek pressing against the stone. Her eyes were glazed, half-lidded, swimming in a haze of endorphins and exhaustion. "Empty..." she murmured deliriously. "My... my womb is still empty."

I paused. She was barely conscious, wrecked beyond belief, yet the primal instinct I had awakened in her was screaming for completion. She remembered the deal. She remembered the breeding.

"You're right," I said, standing up.

My legs felt heavy, but my stamina was supernatural. I looked down at my cock, it was still semi-hard, coated in the filth of her ass. I didn't clean it. "You wanted a strong son. You wanted a legacy. You'll get it dirty."

I bent down and scooped her up in my arms. She was limp, a dead weight of soft, sweaty flesh. Her head lolled against my shoulder, her legs dangling. I carried her to the massive circular bed, kicking aside the torn remnants of her silk underwear.

I threw her onto the mattress. She bounced softly on the plush pillows, landing on her back. She didn't try to cover herself. She instinctively spread her legs, her knees falling open wide, exposing the carnage between her thighs. Her pussy was swollen, the lips parted and slick; her anus was a gaping, leaking mess just below it.

"This is the end, Jasmine," I told her, climbing onto the bed, crawling over her like a dark shadow. "When the sun rises, I leave. But what I put inside you tonight stays."

"Fill me," she begged, reaching up with weak arms to wrap around my neck. "Anchor me to the earth. Make me heavy."

I positioned myself between her legs. I grabbed her ankles and pushed them all the way up to her ears, folding her in half. This was the mating press, the position designed for maximum depth, for placing the seed directly against the cervix.

I looked into her eyes. "I'm going to ruin you for every other man, Princess. No Prince will ever be able to fill the space I carve out."

I thrust forward. SLICK.

I entered her pussy. It was a stark contrast to the tight, dry grip of her ass. It was hot, incredibly wet, and yielding. It welcomed me home. I slid in effortlessly, the residual mess from her ass acting as extra lubrication, marinating her womb with her own degradation.

"Oh god..." she sighed, her head falling back. "There... right there."

I bottomed out, hitting the entrance to her womb. I didn't rush. This wasn't about **** anymore; it was about ownership. I began a slow, grinding rhythm. I pulled almost all the way out, stretching the lips, then drove in deep, grinding my pubic bone against her clitoris.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

"You feel that?" I asked, staring intently into her eyes. "That's the stamp."

"It's so deep," she whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "It touches my heart."

"It touches your soul."

I increased the pressure. I hooked my arms under her knees, pulling her wider, opening her pelvis completely. I drove into her with heavy, deliberate strokes, claiming the territory she had offered.

I felt it building. The final load. The accumulation of three nights of dominance, magic, and lust. "I'm going to paint your insides white, Jasmine."

"Do it!" she screamed, her fingernails digging into my back. "Breed me! Make me a mother! Make me yours!"

I slammed into her one last time, embedding myself as deep as physically possible. I held her there, crushing her against the mattress. I erupted.

PULSE.

It was violent. A torrent of thick, hot seed fired directly into her cervix. Jasmine’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent scream of ecstasy as she felt the warm flood filling her. I poured into her. Wave after wave. I filled her womb, then her canal. I kept going until I felt the pressure back up, sealing her tight.

"Keep it," I snarled, grinding my hips. "Every drop."

She convulsed around me, her vaginal walls clamping down in a **** attempt to milk the very life out of me. She shook violently, her toes curling, her mind shattering under the weight of the claim.

I stayed inside her for a long time, listening to her heart hammer against her ribs, feeling the twitching of her used muscles. Finally, as the first light of dawn began to turn the sky grey outside the balcony, I pulled out.

POP.

Her pussy lips were swollen and red, gaping open just like her ass had earlier. A massive amount of white seed welled up and spilled over, coating her thighs, mixing with the mess from her ass to create a pool of total conquest beneath her.

Jasmine lay there, folded, broken, and filled. She placed a trembling hand on her lower stomach. She looked at me, her eyes hazy but filled with a terrifying devotion.

"It's done," she whispered.

"It is," I agreed, standing up and reaching for my clothes.

I dressed quickly. The vest, the sash, the boots. I summoned my coat back from the ether. I walked to the balcony door. "I'm leaving, Jasmine. The city is safe. The Vizier is gone."

I turned back to look at her one last time. She hadn't moved. She was just lying in the wet spot, holding her belly, staring at the ceiling with a smile that was bordering on madness.

"Goodbye, Master," she whispered.

I stepped out onto the balcony. I summoned the Highwind beam. As the light took me, I knew one thing for certain. Agrabah would never be the same. The Princess wasn't a diamond in the rough anymore. She was a polished, broken jewel, shining in the dark.