"Your breasts."

"Why your breasts to test the milk our children shall drink, my dear." Jasmine only grinned as she left the throne, downed her wine and happily placed her breasts around Jafar's penis and moved it up and down to prepare it for the making of their children kissing and licking the tip of it until it became fully solid like a rock and then she happily stood up placed her vagina over the penis and went down allowing Jafar to do as he pleased. He happily grinned and suckled on the nipples of the breasts and consistently played with them as Jasmine happily bounced up and down until it finally happened, immediately Jasmine and Jafar kissed as hard as they could as Jafar's seed came flushing into her womb and soon after they departed, Jasmine asked quite exhaustively asked him "J-Jafar w-why h-haven't w-we a-actually g-gotten m-m-married y-yet I-I a-a-am q-q-quite c-c-concerned." After Jafar caught his breath he said "I wanted to make sure we were both ready for it and now we are." Jafar pulled Jasmine off of him and pulled her close to him and happily cast his magic whilst Jasmine happily closed her eyes as red smoke billowed around them.

Feeling soft sand beneath her toes Jasmine opened her eyes to see that she was not only still holding Jafar but that she had landed outside the palace which had been moved from the mountain to it's original position and that the two of them were now placed in the entrance to Agrabah itself she looked up saw that Jafar was kissing her head, she was about to kiss her on the lips until he placed his finger on her lips "Not yet. Let us get married first Jasmine." "Of Course, Sultan Jafar." Jafar raised his hand and blasted her with a white smoke blast. After the smoke evaporated she saw that both of them were in wedding attire: Jafar was dressed in his sultan garb but with hints of red splashed around in certain areas namely the chest and the arms. On the other hand Jasmine was dressed in an astonishing pure white dress with gentle frills on the shoulder-pads and with a cleavage proudly showing off half of her breasts and her hair was tied up into her princess mode with a proud red jewel placed in her hairpiece instead of the green jewel instead she in short looked like the woman who could only marry Jafar. He beckoned his hand to hers, she grabbed it and proudly they walked to the palace. As they entered the palace gates all Jasmine could look at was...