Fatima seduces a high ranking royal inquisitor

It had been three days since Jafar had possessed Aisha. The sultan, the princess, the maids and other staff were all departing that same day, but Sayyid Abad, the head of information analysis for the royal inquisitors, couldn't care less. He had come to the palace because his heart was beating for the sublime belly dancer Fatima. Like all men, he had noticed her at the ball, a week and a half earlier and he could not believe his luck when Fatima started sending him love letters three days ago. Like any royal inquisitor, he was trained to be stoic and to not let himself be distracted by women, but Fatima was simply too tempting to pass on despite all of that. He also thought it could be a trap, but since she had set the rendezvous point in the palace courtyard, where hundreds of guards kept watch, he thought he didn't have much reason to be afraid. After all, the only person who could ever dream of luring him into a deadly trap at such a place was the sultan himself and if the sultan was against him, he was dead anyway. And besides, if Fatima simply wanted to play with his feelings like a femme fatale, he had more than enough power to make her pay.

He reached the rendezvous point and he found her waiting for him. It wasn't a trap or a cheap joke. The indescribable Fatima really had fallen for him.

"Hey there, handsome," Fatima said, her voice like a siren's call as she spotted him from across the bustling palace courtyard.

Sayyid Abad felt his heart skip a beat as he looked up to see the woman of his dreams standing there, dressed in a simple yet alluring outfit that left just enough to the imagination to make his pulse race. He couldn't believe his luck. Here she was, waiting for him, with a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts.

"Fatima," he said, his voice hoarse with desire, "How is it possible that you, a creature of such beauty and grace, could have any feelings for someone like me?"

Fatima's laughter tinkled through the courtyard, the sound like the chime of a silver bell. "You underestimate yourself, Sayyid," she said, sashaying closer, her hips moving in a mesmerizing dance. "I'm drawn to power, to the men who hold the strings of fate in their hands. And there's something about those who walk in the shadows of secrets that I find... intriguing."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took in his expression. She knew the effect she had on men, especially those who were not used to such open flirtation from a woman of her status. "And let's not forget," she added with a wink, "you're not so bad to look at either."

"Fatima," Abad said, his voice filled with both amazement and wariness. "What do you mean, 'walking in the shadows'?"

Fatima's smile grew a little more knowing. "You're Sayyid Abad, the head of information analysis for the Royal Inquisitors. You're the man who knows everything that happens within the walls of this palace and beyond. You wield a power that no one dares speak of openly. That's what I mean."

Sayyid Abad's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to gauge if she was being truthful or if this was some kind of trick. "And how would you know that, Fatima?"

Fatima leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Because your dear princess Aisha has been sharing some... intimate details with me," she whispered. "It seems she appreciates my... discretion."

"Well, the princess is not supposed to know that either."

"Perhaps her father told her. After all, she needs to be taught the ropes of governance, don't you think?"

"I suppose"

"But let's get back to you and me Sayyid. I have a milk bath scheduled to commence in around 20 minutes."

"A milk bath? While the sun is still rising in the horizon? Isn't it a bit early for something like that?"

"Indeed, but as you might already know, we're leaving for Jabit today and this is my last occasion to take care of my skin before our week long trip through the desert. Would you wanna...share this occasion with me?"

Sayyid's curiosity was piqued. He had heard of the exotic practices of the palace, but a milk bath was something he had never experienced before. The idea of being close to Fatima in such an intimate setting was too tempting to resist. "Of course, I would be honored to join you," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Fatima then took him to the same place where Jafar had taken a milk bath with Layla, Jasmine and Rania some four days earlier. That isolated, cozy little bathhouse in the gardens. The moment they entered the room, Sayyid was hit with the scent of jasmine, heavy and intoxicating, filling his lungs and making his head swim. The floor was covered with a soft carpet of rose petals, their vibrant red color standing out against the white marble. No sunlight came from the outside. The place was instead lit by dozens of candles.

Fatima began to undress, her movements fluid and graceful as she shed her layers, revealing her naked form to him. She was a goddess, with skin as smooth as silk and curves that would make any man weak at the knees. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist narrow, and her hips wide. As she removed her last piece of clothing, she looked at Sayyid with a knowing smile. "Your turn," she said, her eyes dancing with excitement as she got into the large bath tub.

The milk was lukewarm, and the creamy substance within bubbled gently as Fatima slid into it. She sank into the frothy embrace with a contented sigh, the milk kissing her skin with gentle tendrils that promised to cleanse and soothe. She beckoned to Sayyid with a finger, her eyes never leaving his. "Come, let us bathe together."

Sayyid, his curiosity and desire piqued, eagerly began to strip away his own clothing. His eyes never left Fatima's, and the intensity of their gaze made his movements clumsy with excitement. He felt a strange mix of vulnerability and power as he exposed himself to her, his body hardening in the cool air of the room before the warmth of the water could claim it. With each item removed, he felt a piece of his armor fall away until he was as bare as the day he was born.

Fatima watched him, her eyes raking over his body with a hunger that was palpable. She licked her lips as his cock sprang free, already standing at attention. She reached out a hand and beckoned him closer, the milk sloshing gently as she moved. Sayyid took the last few steps to the tub, his legs trembling slightly as he lowered himself into the warm embrace of the milk. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, the silky liquid caressing every inch of his skin like a thousand tiny hands.

Finally, Fatima said "Now, it's time to get to serious business" and the drawers opened and dozens of snakes came out. A large anaconda placed itself in front of the door, blocking the exit, while another wrapped itself around Sayyid's neck.

"Fatima! What is that?"

"You stupid fool! Fatima took her leave, my ignorant little Sayyid. Now, there is only me: The Faceless One! The greatest wizard of all time!!! And I'm here to destroy this instrument of anti-magic oppression you call the Royal Inquisition" He didn't present himself as Jafar, as he had too much to lose if Sayyid somehow escaped, however unlikely that was.

The man's eyes went wide with terror, his body going rigid as the snake tightened its grip. He struggled against it, but the anaconda was too strong, too powerful. It was a reminder of Jafar's dominance, his control over the very forces of nature. "You! GUARDS TO ME!!! I am being attacked by the Faceless One!" he screamed, with all the strength he had left in his vocal cords.

But his cries were met with silence. The snake around his neck grew tighter, and he could feel the pressure building in his throat. "Scream all you want," Jafar said, his voice calm and cold. "These walls are designed to keep secrets. No one will hear you."

Panic set in as Sayyid realized the truth of Jafar's words. The anaconda squeezed tighter, and his vision began to blur at the edges. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his pulse hammering in his ears. "How did you get in here?" he managed to croak out.

Jafar leaned back against the edge of the tub, watching the fear play out on Sayyid's face with a cold smile. "Your guards are as blind to true power as they are to the truth," he said, his voice like silk. "They see what I wish them to see. And what they don't see, well, that's how I get in and out of places like this. You think you are so powerful because you have nearly eradicated magic from these lands, well you couldn't be more wrong. You could never win against me. Magic will rule these lands again. You will see."

He made a gesture with his hand, and the anaconda around Sayyid's neck tightened until the man's eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp, his body slumping in the water. The snake held him in place, ensuring he didn't drown, while Jafar took a moment to admire his handiwork. The room was silent, the candles flickering as if in anticipation of what was to come.

With a flick of his wrist, Jafar sent the snakes slithering back into the drawers from which they had come. He stepped out of the tub, dragging out Sayyid's **** body along the way and reached for the soft towel that had been left for Fatima. He took his time drying himself, his movements deliberate and precise. He knew the importance of a good exit, of leaving a lasting impression. Then, he got dressed again.

Jafar then telepathically gave the signal and five masked women came out of their hiding places and discreetly entered the bathhouse. Jafar quickly closed the door behind them.

The women were all dressed in dark outfits that were designed to keep them from being seen. And while many Arab women hid their face in public to guard their humility, those did it to guard their identity in this perilous mission. The lower half of their faces might have been covered in pieces of cloth, but their hair was completely visible. They lined up in front of Jafar and bowed down to him. "Master!" The one the middle said. "we await your next command". It was Zafira, one of Jafar's most efficient spies. Her raven hair was mesmerizing, and her eyes were of an emerald green that rivaled the most gorgeous of royal jewelry. She had a silver tongue that could help her obtain a lot of useful information and she was quite proficient with a bow. She also had...other skills, that she reserved only to please her master.

"Rise, my angels. Get him out of the capital. There's already someone waiting for you where we agreed with the flying carpet. Remember to fly low, you don't wanna be seen. Once you've flown to Jabit, make sure the interrogators we have there know who he is and how valuable his knowledge could be in finding the other heads of the Royal Inquisition. Squeeze him for any piece of information."

They all acquiesced.

"Also, make sure my brother knows I might show up...unexpectedly and at the last minute. Tell him I might even arrive a bit after the sultan, but regardless. He must not worry"

Zafira nodded solemnly before Jafar approached her. He reached out and gently lifted the mask from her face, revealing her exquisite features. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. The kiss was tender, yet filled with the promise of a passion that would be unleashed once their mission was complete.

"You have your orders, now go."

They all bowed, took Sayyid's **** body and left the bathhouse along with the many snakes that had been unleashed upon the room. The reptiles quickly dispersed in the vastness of the gardens as staying together would risk attracting attention.

Jafar waited until they were gone before opening the drawer where Aisha had been hiding. It was the only one that didn't contain snakes just minutes earlier. He had done the deed while possessing Fatima instead of her as involving the princess into this would have been too dangerous. "Aisha, my love," he called out softly. "You may come out now."

Aisha emerged, her eyes bright with excitement. "Master, you were amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and lust. "We have made a great victory in our struggle against the Royal Inquisition and the timing is brilliant. Sayyid is the head of information analysis, so he's the one in charge of communication between the other departments of the Royal Inquisition. That means it will take a while for them to notice he's gone missing, not to mention, in a time of great confusion like this, they would look to my father for guidance, but my father is leaving in just a few hours for Jabit, so he will be much harder to reach. Any reaction the Inquisition could have will be slowed down by a lot."

Jafar nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Indeed, my dear. It seems you're learning the art of political conspiracy quite quickly. Your cunning mind is a delightful surprise," he said, stroking her cheek.

Without wasting another moment, Aisha stepped closer, her eyes filled with a fiery passion that could only come from a woman who had just watched the man she loved conquer her enemies. She reached behind her, her nimble fingers deftly untying the sash of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She turned around and put herself in the perfect position to allow Jafar to fuck her from behind.

"Now, master, it's time for you to possess me again. You said you'd be inside me for the duration of our trip to Jabit, then you should get in right now"

Jafar looked at her, his eyes darkening with desire. He nodded and took a step back, his hands sliding down to Aisha's hips and butt with Fatima's hands, gently caressing the smooth skin before removing Fatima's skirt and whipping his cock out of her vagina.

"In your chamber," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse with need, "I had to be so careful, so silent. But here, in this sanctuary of pleasure and secrecy, I can take you as I truly wish to. I will also use Fatima's...skills to make it even more fun..."

With that, Jafar, still in Fatima's body, plunged his cock into Aisha, his movements swift and sure, aiming directly for her G-spot, making her moan loudly. The warm embrace of her pussy was like coming home after a long, hard journey. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that he began to moan himself.

Fatima's hand tightened in Aisha's hair, pulling her back as he thrust into her even deeper. The way Jafar aimed directly at her most sensitive area, it was almost too much for her to handle.

"You're gonna kill me with pleasure, my love!" she said as the emotion consumed her.

Jafar had a dark smile and said "This is nothing. NOW, prepare to be destroyed by the emotion."

With a sudden jolt, Jafar began to shake Fatima's hips at an extremely quick rhythm, his cock still buried deep within Aisha. Her eyes widened with shock and pleasure as she realized what he was doing. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was so strong, it drove them both into a primal, animalistic state. They didn't moan anymore, they growled.

Jafar's thrusts grew stronger, more deliberate, and less frequent, but each one sent Aisha stumbling forward, her body a mere instrument to his will. Despite the slowing down of the thrusts, the shaking of Fatima's hips did not slow down at all. He could feel the tension building within her, her muscles tightening around his cock like a vice with every impact. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the grunts of two bodies in the throes of passion.

The moment of climax approached, Jafar could feel the power building within him, ready to be released into Aisha. He pushed deeper into her, his cock swelling with the promise of his release. Aisha's moans grew more ****, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt her orgasm approaching.

And then it happened. With a roar of pleasure, Jafar came inside Aisha, filling her with his essence and leaving some of it falling onto the floor. At the same moment, Aisha's own orgasm came, stronger than most women will ever experience in their lives. For someone who was a virgin mere days earlier, this was simply impossible to process. She would remember this day forever after and for all the good reasons.

The very moment his climax ended, Jafar's consciousness began to shift, moving out of Fatima's body and into Aisha's, possessing her instead. The princess who was struggling to recover from her orgasm mere seconds earlier, confidently stood back up, looking at Fatima with a knowing smile.

Fatima looked at Jafar's new host with a mix of wonder and admiration. She had felt his power, his desire, his very essence as he had used her body to claim Aisha. "It has truly been an honor, my lord," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I am but your vessel, to be filled with your will and pleasure and I am forever at your disposal should you need me again. Also...there is something I've got to ask you. Rania has been hungry for sex ever since you possessed her. She is well aware that you are a very busy man and you can't afford to focus on just her own needs, so...she and I would like to make a request. Could we be allowed to have sex with each other, Rania and I, when you're not around? Jasmine and Layla have a similar request. Now that you've fucked them both using each other's bodies, they desire each other, just like Rania and I desire one another."

Jafar smiled and said "Yes, of course you can! Any woman in my secret harem can have sex with another from that same harem. However, you must NEVER have sex with a woman who isn't part of the harem. THAT I would consider infidelity and of course, you must never have sex with any other man than me, understand?"

Fatima nodded, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Yes, thank you, my lord. It is a gift beyond measure."

"Now, let's get prepared for our trip to Jabit. I look forward to being home again. It's a shame we're gonna have to travel on camel back instead of via flying carpet, but hey, it is what it is."