The suspended Jewel

Jasmine crawled toward me across the cold marble, her knees sliding on the stone, her eyes fixed on the heavy combat boots I still wore. She reached my feet and pressed her forehead against the leather toe, a gesture of absolute, abject worship.

"Breed me," she repeated, her voice a ragged whisper. "Put a warrior's son inside me."

"You are impatient, pet," I said, looking down at her shivering form. "Breeding is the end. We are just at the beginning."

I stepped back, forcing her to look up. I raised my hand. The air in the room grew heavy, crackling with static. I wasn't just a warrior; I was a conduit for magic that this world had never seen.

"Stand up," I commanded.

She rose to her feet, her sheer silk underwear doing nothing to hide the dark, wet shadow between her legs or the hard points of her nipples.

"You want to experience a whole new world?" I asked, my voice vibrating with power. "Then let's leave the ground."

I pointed my finger at her. "Zero Gravity."

Jasmine gasped as her feet left the floor. A sphere of anti-gravity enveloped her. She floated upward, hovering three feet in the air, weightless. She flailed for a moment, trying to find purchase, but there was nothing to grab. She was adrift in the center of the room, completely at my mercy.

"I... I'm floating!" she cried out, spinning slowly in the air.

"Spread your limbs," I ordered. "Starfish."

She obeyed. She extended her arms and legs wide. The magic held her there, locking her limbs in place. She was suspended in an X-shape, a living display of royal flesh, hovering before me.

I walked around her floating form. It was a predator's dream. I could access her from any angle. I could spin her. I could flip her. She had no leverage, no way to pull away, no way to hide.

I walked behind her. Her round, perfect ass was right at eye level. The sheer silk of her panties was wedged deep into her crack, flossing her buttocks.

"This is in the way," I murmured.

I didn't take them off gently. I grabbed the delicate fabric and ripped. TEAR. The silk shredded instantly. I pulled the remnants away, leaving her completely nude, suspended in the air.

"Now," I said, walking back around to her front. "Let's see how deep the rabbit hole goes when gravity isn't helping you."

I unzipped my trousers. My cock sprang free, fully hard, throbbing, and dripping with pre-cum. It looked even bigger in the candlelight, a violent contrast to her floating, delicate body.

I stepped in between her floating legs. "Wrap your legs around me," I commanded.

She tried, hooking her ankles behind my back, pulling herself onto me. I grabbed her hips to stabilize her. I didn't thrust. I impaled her.

SHUCK.

Because she was weightless, she felt the invasion differently. There was no bed to press against. Her body absorbed the entire **** of the entry, pushing her backward in the air, but my grip on her hips held her in place.

"Oh gods! It feels deeper!" she screamed, clutching my shoulders. "It feels like you're touching my stomach!"

"I am."

I began to fuck her in mid-air. I lifted her, spun her, and slammed her down onto my cock. I controlled the physics of the interaction. I slammed her body sideways, hitting the walls of her pussy from angles that were impossible on a mattress.

"Turn," I growled.

I grabbed her waist and spun her in the air. She rotated 180 degrees on my cock. Her body twisted, her vaginal muscles wringing me out like a wet towel. She shrieked, a high, keening sound of overstimulation. "Master! It’s twisting me! It’s milking me!"

"That’s the point."

I spun her all the way around until she was facing away from me, her back pressed against my chest, her legs still hooked around my waist, suspended by the spell. I was balls-deep inside her from behind, while we both stood in the center of the room.

I reached around and grabbed her breasts. They were heavy, swaying with the movement. I squeezed them brutally, pinching the nipples while I ground my hips into her buttocks.

"You are a toy, Jasmine," I whispered into her ear. "A floating, fuckable doll."

"Yes! I'm a doll! I'm your toy!" she sobbed, drooling.

I pulled out abruptly. She gasped at the loss, her body hanging limply in the gravity field. I walked around to her front. Her pussy was gaping, a wide, red O that pulsed, trying to close around the emptiness.

"Open your mouth," I said.

She opened it. I grabbed her ankles and flipped her upside down. The spell held her inverted. Her head was now at my crotch level, her legs splayed toward the ceiling. Her heavy breasts flopped down toward her chin, suffocating her slightly.

"It's a special kind of kiss," I mocked.

I stepped forward and buried my cock in her upside-down throat. It was a bizarre, perverse angle. She had to work her tongue against gravity. I fucked her face while she hung like a bat, watching her eyes roll back, watching her hands twitch uselessly in the air.

I drove deep, making her gag, making her eyes water. I used her suspended body as a punching bag for my lust, treating the Princess of Agrabah like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop.

After minutes of brutal face-fucking, I pulled out. She coughed, swinging slightly in the air, her face red, her hair hanging down to the floor.

"Flip," I ordered.

With a wave of my hand, the spell righted her. She floated upright again, dizzy, disoriented, and ****.

"Please..." she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Please... fill me. I can't take the teasing. Put it back in the hole."

"Which hole?" I asked, trailing a finger from her clit to her anus.

Jasmine shuddered. She knew what was coming. She remembered the pain from yesterday. But the corruption had taken root.

"The tight one," she whispered, spreading her cheeks in the air for me. "Break the seal again."

I smirked. "As you wish."