Jafar celebrates his victory by taking Fatima

Both Jafar and Fatima continued performing tasks for the rest of the day. Jafar could not wait until it ended. He was like a child, eager for school to finish so he could get home and play with a new toy, and this new toy was Fatima.

When night FINALLY came, Jafar entered their room. He kept his eyes locked on to Fatima with a mischievous smile as he closed the door with one hand. Fatima looked at him, just as mischievous. She stuck out her tongue, indicating she was eager for some seed in her mouth, shaked her hips in a slow, sensual kind of way while touching first her butt, then her hips and then her hands proceeded slowly all the way to her enormous tits, which she grabbed with passion.

"Oh, you naughty girl," Jafar purred, his voice low and thick with desire as he approached her.

Fatima looked up at him with a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I told you I could be as quiet as a mouse," she whispered, her voice a soft caress in the dimly lit room.

Jafar stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. "Prove it," he murmured, his own voice a seductive challenge. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I want to hear nothing but the sound of your breath hitching in your throat."

Fatima's heart raced as Jafar leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. His touch was like a whisper of silk on her skin, his fingers leaving a trail of fire as they traveled down her neck to her breasts. He gently squeezed her nipples, feeling them pebble under his touch. She let out a soft moan, but quickly stifled it with a hand over her mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jafar began to touch her limbs, her belly, everywhere. Such a beautiful body deserved to be pampered as much after all. He then noticed how amazingly soft her skin was. It was as soft as Rania's after the milk bath!!! Layla and Jasmine's was very soft as well, but since they were still wet with milk, he couldn't fully appreciate their softness. Now, he could.

"Fatima," he said, "how can your skin be so soft?"

"I'm glad you noticed, master. I followed your example and had a milk bath of my own during my time off. The staff there had nothing scheduled for the day and they were nice enough to prepare me one. I wanted to surprise you."

"Ah, but you could have told me. I could have claimed you there. Taking you here is great too, but, there, we could have been able to make noise and no one would have heard us."

Fatima giggled and blushed. "But that's part of the thrill, isn't it? Knowing that we're doing something forbidden, something that could get us caught at any moment?"

"You know what? You're absolutely right! Now, I want to feel your soft skin all over me"

Without wasting another moment, Jafar began to remove Fatima's garments, his hands trembling with anticipation. She returned the favor, her nimble fingers deftly untying the strings that held his clothes in place. Their clothes fell to the floor like leaves in the autumn breeze, revealing their naked forms to each other.

Fatima's skin was indeed as soft as silk, a testament to her care and the milk bath she had indulged in. As they pressed against each other, Jafar could feel the warmth emanating from her body, a stark contrast to the coolness of the marble walls. His hands roamed over her curves, his fingers tracing the swell of her hips and the indent of her waist. He felt her body quiver beneath his touch, her breaths growing shallower and more rapid as he leaned in to capture her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Fatima's eyes fluttered shut as she melted into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He then gently pushed her into the bed, maintaining the kiss as he did so.

Jafar's hand began to wander, slipping down from Fatima's cheek to her neck, then further down to her chest. He cupped her soft, heavy breast, his thumb playing with the erect nipple. She gasped into his mouth, the pleasure of his touch sending waves through her body. He felt a thrill of power knowing that he could make her feel this way, knowing that he could control her every thought and desire. He began to suck on her nipples as he grabbed her thigh.

Then, Jafar began passionately rubbing Rania's pussy against Fatima's. He didn't pull his cock out just yet. He wanted to wait for the right moment to surprise her with it. They both had to hold back loud moans. He continued like that for a moment, then, Fatima began sticking her tongue out again, until Jafar finally said "Alright, you naughty little temptress, you want to have it in your mouth, then get on your knees and suck on it" Fatima eagerly obeyed. Sucking Rania's pussy passionately. Jafar was one of the few men who had got to experience a cunnilingus from the receiving end. It wasn't his first time with that, it's just that normally, he preferred the feeling of dominance he had when using his cock instead of the pussy of the woman he was possessing...Speaking of his cock, he decided that now was the perfect moment to surprise Fatima with it...

With his magic powers, Jafar pulled his dick out of Rania's pussy making it grow into Fatima's mouth as it came out. She was taken aback at first, her eyes widening in shock. She had never seen anything like it, never felt anything like it. The sensation was overwhelming, but she quickly regained her composure, eager to please her new master. Her eyes watered a bit at first, but she adjusted to the size quickly, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"Remember, don't ****," he said mockingly, watching her struggle to take him balls deep. It was like a challenge, and she was determined to conquer it. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on him, her tongue swirling around his head as her hand worked the base of his shaft.

Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven around him, and Jafar had to bite his lip—or rather, Rania's lip—to keep from crying out. Her skills were unparalleled, and he could feel the tension building within him. He had to remind himself that there were guards out there, listening closely...

As Fatima took him in deeper, her cheeks turned red from the effort. He watched her throat constrict around him, feeling every inch of her mouth and throat. It was as if she was trying to swallow him whole, and the thought was intoxicating.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the warmth in his belly spreading out to his extremities. His toes curled and his fingers tightened on the bed sheets. "Fatima," he whispered, his voice strained, "I'm going to cum."

Fatima's eyes looked up at him, her own lust and anticipation clear. She nodded eagerly, her mouth never leaving his cock. She took him deeper, her throat tightening around him, her eyes watering even more. And with that, Jafar let go. He came hard, filling Fatima's mouth with his seed. She swallowed it all down, her eyes never leaving his, a mix of shock and excitement on her face.

Once she was done swallowing it all, she said "So master," as she tried to catch her breath, "Did you like it?"

"Of course, my dear...but...who said you were done?" Jafar made a gesture of his hand and the cock that was resting after such an intense moment raised in a second, erect and ready for another round.

Fatima looked at him with a mix of shock and excitement. "But...I thought you...you came already, master."

"Oh, I did," Jafar said with a wicked grin, his cock still rock hard, "but that doesn't mean I can't keep going. Now, I want you to use those gorgeous tits of yours to make me cum again. I want to feel you squeeze them around me until I explode."

Fatima's eyes widened with excitement and a bit of trepidation at the thought of pleasuring him in such an intimate way, but she was eager to satisfy her new master. She sat up and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, her breasts heavy and full. She leaned forward, placing her hands under them, and began to squeeze them together, creating a soft, warm channel for him to slide into.

Jafar's cock was a thick, pulsing shaft, standing tall and proud between Rania's thighs. He guided it towards Fatima's awaiting breasts, watching as the tip of his cock disappeared between her velvety mounds. She leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his, and began to move her breasts up and down his shaft. The sensation was heavenly, his cock sliding against the soft, sensitive skin of her chest.

"Master," Fatima said as she kept moving her breasts to please him "have you heard the news?"

"No, I haven't. What is it?"

"The princess has convinced her father to visit you in your own province of Jabit so she can see parts of the empire she hasn't seen yet and to get better acquainted with you in view of your marriage. All of the princess' maids are going with both of them. We're leaving in 3 days"

"Well..." said Jafar, his voice distorted with small moans of pleasure, "...that is...perfect"

"You won't even need to possess Aisha to have her"

"Oh, but I'm still going to. I crave the thrill of the hunt, Fatima and after doing so much to get into the princess' room, I will not back out of it because I don't need it for my plans. I will finish the hunt, this game of cat and mouse I am playing with her father. Aisha told me at the ball that if he was able to get into her room, The Faceless One would deserve some respect for being the one man her father couldn't keep away from her and I took that as a challenge. By claiming her in her room tomorrow, I will prove I can have her whether her father likes it or not."

"I see," said Fatima with a mischievous smile as she increased the rhythm at which she moved her breasts a little to congratulate her master for his determination.

"And also, the news you've just given me will make possessing Aisha even better, as I will now be able to make my triumphant return to my home province in her body. If I wasn't already hard, I'd get hard just thinking about it."

Fatima was thrilled and pleased at her master's cunning and his ability to dominate any situation even with the sultan in his way. He deserved to be handsomely rewarded for it...She increased the rhythm of her breasts again, this time, by a lot. The rhythm became almost comparable to that of her hips during her performances. Jafar was taken by surprise and had to put his hand on his mouth so as to not moan loudly.

"Master, if you don't make some noise, I will feel like I'm not doing a good enough job," she whispered seductively.

Jafar's eyes narrowed with pleasure, and he let out a low growl as Fatima's breasts tightened around his shaft. He could feel the pressure building again, his body responding eagerly to her skilled touch. "Keep going," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Make me cum again, my sweet."

Fatima's smile grew wider as she watched him lose control. She knew she was in charge now, and the power was intoxicating. She squeezed her breasts even tighter around him, her hands moving faster and faster. Jafar's hips began to buck, his cock sliding in and out of her makeshift sheath with increasing urgency.

Fatima's breasts enveloped him, her nipples brushing against his stomach with each movement. The wetness of her mouth had been replaced by the softness of her flesh. It was an entirely different sensation, one that was just as exquisite as the first. He felt the familiar tightness coil in his belly, the heat building in his balls.

And then, he came. The **** of his orgasm shook Jafar to his core, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut and had his own hand magically come out of Rania's cheek to block her mouth and prevent too much noise. Fatima's breasts and face were soaked with his cum, her hands still working him even as he climaxed. He felt himself pulse within her grip, his seed spurting out in thick, hot spurts. The sound of their flesh slapping together was the only noise in the otherwise silent room.

After a moment, Jafar pulled away, panting heavily. He looked down at Fatima, who was smiling up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. He reached down and gently wiped the cum off her face, his other hand still stroking her hair. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice still hoarse with desire. "I knew you would be perfect. Now, go wash yourself"

As she washed all the cum from herself, he stood up and watched her, his mighty shaft resting as it dangled between Rania's legs, dripping onto the ground. The sight was so erotic that it made him want to take her again. "Fatima," he called out. "The floor...it's covered in my essence. Clean it up" And she did so as soon as she was done cleaning herself.

Fatima got down on her hands and knees and began to clean the floor with her tongue. Jafar didn't expect her to do it that way, but he liked it. "Good girl", he said, and spanked her. As she did her work, he teased her by fingering her pussy from time to time.

When she was almost finished cleaning, Jafar shook his still resting dick all over the place, covering the floor with essence once more. "Whoops! Looks like you're gonna have to start over, my dear!" Fatima had taken control for the last two acts and as someone who was VERY dominant in bed, this was his way to get back at her.

Fatima looked at him with a mix of shock and excitement. She had never had a man be so playful and yet so demanding in bed. She had always been the one in control, but with Jafar, she felt a strange thrill at being commanded. She took a deep breath and went back to her task, her tongue lapping up every last drop of his cum from the cold marble floor until it was good as new.

"You're sure you haven't forgotten anything?", he said as he looked at his cock.

Without a word, Fatima eagerly cleaned his still resting dick and balls by sucking them. Then, Jafar, once again, with a gesture of his hand, magically made his dick hard again, making it rise as it was already buried into Fatima's mouth and nudging her away.

"I've had enough of your mouth for now, it's time for your hips to serve me," he said with a dark chuckle. "I've always wondered if you belly dancers are able to shake your hips just as fast when you've got a dick inside you..."

Fatima looked at him with excitement in her eyes. "I'm ready to try, master."

Jafar laid flat on the bed, his dick pointing upright. Fatima put herself on all fours above him and began to shake her hips as fast as she could without his dick her for reference, which was CRAZY fast. She then put Jafar's dick deep in her vagina and attempted to repeat the operation. She wasn't able to shake nearly as fast, the mighty shaft obstructing her movement, but she still was able to shake at a speed that would have made less talented belly dancers jealous.

The feeling was nothing short of heavenly for Jafar. The way her pussy muscles clenched and unclenched around him as she danced was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if she had a million tiny hands inside her, each one gripping and releasing him in perfect synchrony. He watched, fascinated, as her body moved, her breasts swaying with the rhythm of her hips, her ass jiggling with every movement.

Or at least, that was, for a few seconds, before the sensation consumed him. He was gone. The sensation was so intense, it sent him into a trance. Fatima had pretty much the same sensation. It was a good thing that shaking her hips was something so natural and automatic to her, as her brain was too busy processing the pleasure from the shaking to afford thinking about her movements in any way.

Fatima's pussy was like a tight vice around Jafar's cock as she began to thrust her hips, quickly varying their height around Jafar's shaft while trying to maintain the speed of her dance. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was as if she was being fucked by a demonic **** that had taken over her body. Her breathing grew ragged, her face grimaced with effort, her eyes glazed over with lust as she lost herself in the rhythm of their fucking.

But then it hit her. An orgasm so powerful that it **** her to stop shaking. Her entire body spasmed, her muscles locking up as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She threw her head back, a silent scream escaping her lips as she came, her pussy clamping down around Jafar's cock like a vice. Her hips stopped moving, but Jafar wasn't done. He gripped her by the hips, taking control and thrusting into her with a ferocity and speed that almost matched the passion of her dance. She was still overwhelmed by the emotion of her orgasm and her master was not giving her any break. He could feel her pussy pulsing around him as he made upward thrusts into her to incite her to get back to work.

Fatima's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt another orgasm build, this one even more intense than the first. Jafar was relentless, his cock slamming into her with a rhythm that matched the beating of their hearts. Who was this man? Was she really going to come a second time before he came even once? She could feel her walls tightening around him, her body begging for release. And then it happened. She came again. He came shortly afterwards, sending his essence squirting from her pussy.

She fell on him. Both were exhausted and trying to catch their breath. As they recuperated a little, they looked at each other with an animalistic aggressiveness. Jafar had asserted dominance over this temptress and he was proud of it. Women often take longer to come than men, yet here he was, having outlasted her two to one despite the high intensity of the sex and the shaking of her hips. His victory was total.

He was a fool for attempting to resist her in the first place. She was indeed very quiet and he, himself, had been pretty good at limiting the amount of noise he produced. He had worried for nothing. And he was glad he didn’t try to resist her any more, otherwise, he would have missed out on another night of pure delectation.

She kissed him, slightly biting his lower lip and then, the aggressivity subsided and they started gently caressing each other. Belly dancers really were the best thing to ever come out of their culture, he thought to himself. That orgasm had been as powerful as what had happened in the milk bath and that was saying A LOT!!!

"Master," she said, "If you rule the sultanate with as much vigor and firmness as you rule this bedroom, we are about to be blessed with a golden age!"

Jafar chuckled, "Oh but we WILL enter a golden age! Aisha and I will make sure it happens."

After relaxing together like this, kissing and caressing each other for about 15 minutes, Jafar decided he had let her recuperate for long enough and said: "Well, my sweet little Fatima. You've proven your hips can shake really fast with a cock in your pussy, but what would happen if the cock was in your...other hole?"

Fatima looked at him with wide eyes. "Master, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

Jafar smirked. "You know I am, my dear. And don't worry, I'll make sure it's a gentle introduction."

Fatima took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She had never done this before, but she trusted Jafar and knew that she could handle anything he threw at her. Clearly, she hadn’t seen the stuff Layla and Jasmine could take…

She turned around, presenting her firm, round ass to him, her cheeks slightly parted to reveal her tight little rosebud. Jafar, still in Rania's body, took a moment to admire the view. He had never seen such a perfect ass on a belly dancer before. He reached out and gently caressed her cheeks, feeling the smooth skin and the slight tremble of her body beneath his touch. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the wicked glint in his eyes. "It'll be fine. Just breathe."

Fatima nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She felt the tip of his cock press against her anus, the sensation foreign and slightly uncomfortable. She had never allowed anyone to take her there before, but she trusted Jafar. He had proven himself to be a skilled and considerate lover, and she knew that he would take his time.

Slowly, with a gentle pressure, he began to push his cock into her, watching her face for any signs of pain. Fatima's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth gritted. The sensation was...strange, but not unpleasant. It was a fullness she had never experienced before, and she could feel her body stretching around him.

Finally, Jafar's shaft was almost balls deep into her. He didn't make any thrusts. He just left it there. Then he said "Shake, my love. Shake your hips like your life depended on it!"

Fatima took a deep breath and started moving her hips again, her body slowly adjusting to the new sensation of having a cock in her ass. Every stroke of her hips made her anus ache a little. It wasn't extremely painful, but it definitely was the most physically uncomfortable dance she had ever performed. As for Jafar, he found it was tight at first, but as she found her rhythm, it began to feel...good. Really good. Jafar watched her in amazement. Her tight little asshole was taking his cock so well, it was like it was made for it.

But Jafar was not content with just watching. He began to move his hips slightly, making small thrusts from time to time so that she couldn’t get fully used to the sensation. Fatima gasped, the sensation growing more intense with each passing moment. She had never felt so...so...used. It was like she was nothing more than a toy for this man, this...being, to play with. And yet, she liked it. It was as if she had found her purpose, to serve him in every way she could.

And serve him she did. She began to move her hips faster, trying to match the tempo of her belly dance. It was difficult, the feeling of his cock deep inside her was overwhelming, but she pushed through the discomfort, determined to give him what he wanted.

Fatima's breathing grew ragged as she danced for him, her hips moving with a speed and grace that was almost superhuman. And then, she felt it. The first slap of his hand against her ass. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to make her gasp.

"Faster!" he bellowed, his hand coming down again, a little harder this time.

Fatima's eyes watered, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. The hand that had been caressing her so gently moments ago now fell upon her with the same **** one might use to spur a horse into a gallop. And just like a well-trained steed, she responded. Her hips began to move with more urgency, her body undulating in a way that was both mesmerizing and slightly disturbing to watch. Each slap echoed through the chamber, the sound of flesh meeting flesh a rhythmic counterpoint to the grunts and gasps that filled the air. Once again, the effort made her grimace, except this time, it was way more intense.

Jafar felt like he was losing control, like he was being driven to the brink of madness by the exquisite pleasure that washed over him with every thrust and every stroke of her hips shaking, which were so quick, they might as well have been called vibrations. He wanted to spank her again, to feel the jiggle of her ass and the way it tightened around him, but he was too lost in the moment to do anything but hold on. His hand hovered over her, trembling with the effort of restraint.

Fatima was in her own world now. She had never felt so alive, so connected to someone. The sensation of his cock moving in and out of her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She could feel every inch of him, every twitch and pulse, and it was driving her insane with desire.

Her pussy was wet, soaking the bed beneath her. She could feel the warmth of her arousal running down her thighs, pooling around her knees.

Jafar's hand, the hand of the wizard possessing Rania, reached up and grabbed Fatima's breasts firmly. He squeezed them, feeling the weight and softness of them as he came. His essence was mostly absorbed by her ass at first, but then, it dripped from her onto the bed. Jafar once again had to make his own hand come out of Rania's cheek to prevent the absolute apotheosis of an orgasm he was experiencing from making him release a scream that would be heard all the way from his home province of Jabit.

Fatima, panting and sweating, collapsed on the bed. She was utterly exhausted, but her body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Jafar's cock remained buried inside her, his hot seed filling her up. It was a feeling she never wanted to end, like being connected to the source of all pleasure in the world.

"You are truly a piece of work, Fatima. I'll be honest with you. You're not the first belly dancer I've tried this with, but you're definitely the best. No girl I've bedded could even come close to your rhythm with my dick in her. The ultimate challenge would be to see how fast you can shake with a double penetration, but I've only got one dick and there's no way I'm letting another man touch you, so we'll have to leave it at that...for the challenges that is, not for the sex, though, oh no. For that, this is just the beginning. Once I am sultan, you will be a concubine in my harem, and one of my favorites at that."

Fatima looked up at him with a mix of shock and arousal, "You... you would take me as your concubine, my lord?"

Jafar nodded, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Indeed, I would. You see, I have plans for Aisha, and you, my dear, are a part of them. With your charm and your...unique talents. Aside from the absolutely WONDERFUL sex you provide me, you could be an excellent asset in securing my place as sultan, which makes me think of something..."