The Silencing of the Crown

The walk back to the Palace was quiet. The adrenaline of the battle at the Cave of Wonders was fading, replaced by a cold, sharp hunger. I had saved the city. I had humiliated the Grand Vizier. I had handed the ultimate power of the universe to a street rat because I simply didn't need it.

I had my own power. And my own prize.

I entered the Palace through the main gates. The guards, now awake and nursing their bruises from the earlier attack, saluted me with fear in their eyes. They had seen the lightning storm in the desert. They knew who walked among them.

I didn't stop for the Sultan. I didn't look for Jafar. I walked straight to the private wing, to the heavy curtains guarded by a sleeping tiger.

I pushed into Jasmine’s chambers.

She was pacing. She wore a sheer purple silk robe over nothing, her hair loose and wild. When she saw me, she stopped dead in the center of the room. Her eyes scanned me for injuries, finding none.

"I saw the flashes," she breathed, rushing toward me but stopping a few feet away, remembering her place. "The sky turned purple. Was it... was it Jafar?"

"Jafar is dealt with," I said, unbuckling my heavy combat boots and kicking them aside. "He opened a door he couldn't close. I closed it for him."

"And the Heartless?"

"Gone. For now."

I walked past her, heading for the large silver pitcher of water on the table. I poured a goblet and drank it in one long swallow. The desert air dried a man out.

Jasmine followed me. The awe in her eyes was palpable. She had spent her life surrounded by men who schemed and plotted. I was a man who simply acted.

"You saved us," she whispered, reaching out to touch my bare arm, her fingers tracing the muscle. "You saved everyone. My father will want to give you a medal. He'll want to throw a parade."

"I don't want a medal, Jasmine," I said, setting the goblet down with a heavy clink. I turned to face her, looking down at her upturned face. "And I don't want a parade."

"Then what do you want?"

I reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her head back. "I want Night Number Two."

Her breath hitched. Her thighs clenched visibly beneath the sheer purple silk. "I... I'm still sore," she confessed, her voice trembling. "From yesterday. You... you stretched me so wide."

"Good. That means you remembered me."

I sat on the edge of the massive bed. I spread my legs. "Yesterday, I took your body," I told her quietly. "I claimed your pussy and your ass. I showed you that your physical defenses are meaningless against me."

I pointed to the floor between my legs. "Tonight, I claim your voice."

Jasmine blinked. "My... voice?"

"You are a Princess. You are used to giving orders. You are used to speaking your mind. Tonight, you don't speak. You don't beg. You don't argue."

I unzipped my trousers. I pulled out my cock. It was semi-hard, heavy and thick, resting against my thigh. "Tonight, you just serve. Kneel."

Jasmine looked at the member that had ravaged her the night before. A flush of heat traveled up her neck. She dropped to her knees without a sound. The marble was cold against her skin, but the heat emanating from my groin was magnetic.

She reached for it. "No hands," I commanded.

She froze. She put her hands behind her back, clasping them together. She leaned forward, her dark hair curtaining her face. She opened her mouth.

"Wider," I ordered. "Unhinge your jaw, Princess. You've got a lot to take."

She stretched her mouth open as wide as it would go. She looked up at me, her big brown eyes filled with submission. I placed my hands on the back of her head. I didn't wait for her to lick it. I guided her head onto me.

GLRK.

I slid past her lips, past her teeth, and over her tongue. I hit the back of her throat immediately. Jasmine gagged, her eyes watering. She tried to pull back, instinct taking over.

I held her there. "Relax your throat," I instructed calmly. "Don't fight it. Let me in."

She squeezed her eyes shut. She **** herself to relax. I pushed forward. Inch by inch, I slid down her throat. The head of my cock pushed past her gag reflex, filling her esophagus.

She was face-fucked. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Her mouth was stretched into a perfect 'O'. The only sound in the room was the wet, suction noise of her throat wrapping around me and her muffled, **** whimpers.

I began to move. I pulled out until just the head remained on her tongue, giving her a gasp of air, then slammed back down to the hilt. She convulsed, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she took it. She took every inch of the Master.

"Look at you," I murmured, watching the bulge of my cock move in her slender neck. "The voice of the rebellion, silenced by a single cock."

I fucked her face for ten minutes. I used her mouth like a warm, wet sleeve. I twisted my hips, hitting the sides of her throat, making her drool uncontrollably onto my thighs.

When she was on the verge of passing out from the lack of air, I pulled out. She gasped, coughing, strings of saliva hanging from her lips to her chest. She looked wrecked, her makeup smeared, her eyes red.

"Up," I said, standing.

She scrambled to her feet, swaying dizzily. I spun her around. I bent her over the edge of the bed. "You did good," I growled. "Now let's see if you're still as wet as yesterday."

I didn't bother with foreplay. I grabbed her hips and drove into her pussy from behind. SPLASH. She was soaking. The degradation of the throat-fucking had primed her perfectly. She was dripping down her legs before I even touched her.

"Oh god! Master!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and raspy.

I pounded into her. It was rougher than the first night. I wasn't exploring anymore; I was using. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking at the ceiling while I hammered her from behind.

"You like that?" I roared, slapping her ass. "You like being silenced?"

"Yes! Yes!" she croaked. "Make me yours! Make me mute!"

I drove her hard, relentless and fast, until she was screaming in broken, breathless sobs. I felt her tighten, her orgasm rippling through her womb. I let go. I buried myself deep inside her, filling her pussy with a second load of royal claiming.

I stayed there for a moment, letting the fluids mix, before pulling out. Jasmine collapsed onto the bed, limp and voiceless.

"Two nights down," I whispered, wiping myself on the silk sheet. "Rest up, Princess. Tomorrow is the finale."