Jafar lures Natasha into a private section of the palace and takes the opportunity to catch up with her.

But as Natasha led Jafar through the corridor, he came upon a familiar sight, a torch on the wall that, when pulled down, opened a secret passageway to a library containing magic scrolls. Jafar viewed this as the perfect moment to reveal his true identity.

"Hey, there seems to be something...odd about this torch!" he said.

Natasha's heart skipped a beat. This wasn't part of the plan. She quickly tried to divert Jafar's attention. "Oh, that's just a decorative piece from my country," she said, her voice a little too bright. "It's said to bring good fortune to those who gaze upon it, now come with me. I will show you your quarters"

"Yeah, but there's something weird. It looks like all the other torches, except for a tiny difference"

Natasha's eyes widened as Aisha reached out and pulled the torch down. A section of the wall slid aside, revealing a hidden passage. She had hoped to keep the secret of this passage from the princess. It was her and Jafar's place of solace, where they could study his scrolls without fear of being discovered.

"Nyet, princess! Do not do that!"

But it was too late. The wall had already swung open, revealing the secret passageway that Natasha had hoped to keep hidden. She looked at Aisha with wide eyes, her heart racing.

Jafar, still in Aisha's body, gave Natasha a knowing smile. "Natasha," he purred, his voice a perfect imitation of Aisha's sweet tones, "you know I trust you implicitly. If there's nothing to hide here, then surely you have nothing to fear from a little detour? As your princess, I command you to lead me through this passageway"

Natasha swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the open passageway and then back to Aisha. "Very well," she finally said, her voice a little shakier than usual. They got into the passage, Natasha closed the door behind them.

"Why are you so nervous, Natasha?" Jafar asked in a gentle tone that didn't match the ravenous hunger burning in his eyes. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Natasha tried to compose herself, her heart thudding in her chest. She had to be careful. If she gave anything away, it could mean trouble for both of them. "I... I'm just concerned for your safety, Your Highness," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "The palace is vast, and I wouldn't want you to get lost."

"But what do I have to fear if you're with me?"

"Da, da! I understand. You're right.I shouldn't worry"

They walked into the narrow passageway, the light from the torches casting flickering shadows on the walls. Jafar felt Aisha's body respond to the thrill of the situation, her nipples hardening, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. He was looking forward to getting to the end and claiming Natasha. It was like watching Natasha through a veil of desire, seeing her fear reflected in her beautiful blue eyes.

They reached the secret library, a room filled with dusty scrolls and ancient tomes that whispered of power and knowledge. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and incense, and the shelves stretched up into the darkness above them, holding secrets that had been hidden for centuries. Natasha's hands trembled.

"These scrolls," Natasha began, her voice quivering with a mix of excitement and fear, "are Jafar's most prized possessions. They are extremely valuable. That is why they are kept here, hidden from prying eyes. It's not safe for anyone else to know about this place."

Natasha took a deep breath, her eyes flickering to the scrolls that lined the walls before returning to the intense gaze of the princess. "Now, Your Highness, please. We must get back to the palace. Your father will be waiting for you."

Her voice was a delicate dance of urgency and deception, a soft yet firm command that she hoped would be enough to pull Aisha away from the tantalizing secrets that lay within the hidden chamber. She started walking back through the passageway to incite Aisha to do the same.

"Not yet, Natasha. I command you to get back here."

Natasha froze in her tracks, her eyes widening with shock as she felt the gentle tug of the compulsion in Aisha's voice. She turned around slowly, her heart racing as she faced the woman she thought was her future queen. But the sight that greeted her was anything but regal. Aisha's clothes were in a heap around her ankles, revealing an erect cock that stood proudly at her waist as the "princess" was jacking the member up. Jafar's smirk grew wider as he watched Natasha's cheeks flush with a mix of surprise and arousal.

Natasha's eyes locked onto the thick, veined member that bobbed up and down in the dim light of the passageway, her own body betraying her as heat pooled between her legs. "Jafar?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Never had a woman been so relieved to turn around to see a man jacking off looking at her, especially when she thought this man was a woman seconds before.

Jafar had always enjoyed playing tricks on Natasha. She was such an intelligent woman, yet she could be so easily fooled. He still remembered the first time he had possessed her. All women were surprised on their first possession, but Natasha was on a whole other level. She had spent several days afterward trying to find a scientific explanation to what had happened until she finally gave in and admitted magic existed and that her master had used it to take control of her body.

"Surprise," Jafar said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've missed you, Natasha. And I think it's time we had a little...reunion." He stepped closer, his hand still working his cock.

"Nitchivo sebe! Master, you scared me to ****! For a moment there, I really thought our secrets were about to be discovered! I was also getting worried you wouldn't show up."

"But I'm here. And now, I want you, my sweet little Natasha."

Natasha's eyes widened as the reality of the situation sank in. Jafar, her master, her lover, had managed to possess the sultan's daughter, Aisha. This was more than a mere trick; this was a declaration of victory. He had played his hand masterfully, turning the very person who was meant to marry him into his instrument.

Her body trembled as she fell to her knees, the weight of the revelation making her legs weak. She had to show her loyalty and love for her master, so she leaned forward and took the thick, unyielding cock into her mouth. It was a gesture of submission and adoration, one that she had performed countless times before, but this was different. This was in the guise of the princess. It was the consecration of his rise to power.

Natasha's eyes closed as she took him in, her mouth enveloping his cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft. She could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his desire, and she knew she had to make this the best blowjob she had ever given. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deep, her hand working the base of his shaft in a rhythm that she knew would drive him wild. She could feel the tension in his body as she took him deeper and deeper, her throat tightening around his girth.

Jafar's breath hitched as Natasha's mouth worked magic on his cock. He had missed the way she could make him feel. Natasha had always been good with blowjobs, but this was one of the best she had given him in a while.

"Mmh, Natasha," Jafar moaned, his hands threading through Aisha's long, dark hair. "You always knew how to please me."

Natasha's eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze, her own eyes filled with love and lust. She bobbed her head faster, her cheeks hollowing with each deep stroke. The salty taste of him filled her mouth, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his balls tightening with each passing second.

Jafar pulled out of her mouth with a soft pop. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I have something new I want to try. A variant of something I tried in the desert"

He laid Aisha's body on the cold stone floor of the secret chamber, the candlelight dancing shadows across her naked form. His cock stood tall and proud, the head glistening with pre-cum from Natasha's ministrations. "Now, Natasha, come closer and suck it from that angle" he instructed, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "I want you to show me how much you've missed me."

Natasha obeyed eagerly, her eyes never leaving Jafar's as she positioned her head between Aisha's legs, her mouth watering at the sight of her master's cock. She licked the length of him from base to tip, her tongue flicking out to catch the salty droplet that had formed there.

"Ah, Natasha," Jafar groaned as Natasha took Jafar's cock in as if it had been her first meal in days, "Your mouth is a treasure, and I intend to claim it fully."

Jafar then wrapped Aisha's legs on Natasha's body like tentacles and used them to yank her down on his cock, threatening to **** her. His dick was so deep in her mouth that her forehead was pressed against his balls.

Despite the surprise of this turn of events and the difficulty to breathe, Natasha took the challenge willingly, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate his thickness. She sucked him with renewed vigor, her teeth gently scraping against his sensitive skin. The sound of her gagging and his moans of pleasure filled the small chamber, echoing off the ancient tomes and scrolls.

But Natasha couldn't take it anymore, her eyes began to water, her face reddening. Jafar, ever attentive to the desires and limits of his harem, sensed her distress. He unwrapped his legs from around her and she immediately used this opportunity to pull away and breathe. "Good girl," he murmured, his own breathing heavy with need. "You've done well."

"Master," Natasha gasped, her voice thick with emotion and a hint of desperation, "I'm sorry, I... I couldn't take it all."

Jafar chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to resonate through the very stones of the chamber. "There's no need for apologies, Natasha," he said, his voice filled with affection and understanding. "Your willingness to submit is all I require. Everyone has limits after all."

Natasha looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "Master, I must admit, I'm curious about your journey. It seems you've learned some...new tricks while you were away. Your trip through the desert from the capital must have been quite pleasant if you spent it trying out such things..."

Jafar's eyes flashed with a hint of mischief as he leaned down, his cock still standing tall and proud. "Ah, Natasha," he murmured, "you have no idea. The desert can be quite... inspiring. There's this maid called Layla whom I facefucked even more intensely than I did with you. Imagine me fucking you the same way I would in your pussy or your ass, but I do it in your mouth and I'd hold absolutely nothing back..."

Natasha's cheeks grew even redder at the thought. "Blyat! That poor girl must have puked!!!"

"No, she didn't, though she could have if I had pulled out just a few seconds later. That girl is the toughest I've ever had the pleasure of claiming. Right after I was done with her mouth, I mercilessly unleashed the full power of my mighty shaft upon her rectum. It felt so, SOOO good a normal man would have come in no more than 10 seconds, but luckily for me and somewhat unluckily for her, I have the ability to last for however long I want, so I made things last...and last...I think that the poor girl is still limping a little from the pain..."

Natasha's eyes went wide as she listened to the depraved tale of Jafar's conquest. Her own body grew wet with desire at the thought of such an intense sexual experience. She had always been a bit of a masochist, and the idea of pushing her limits (though probably not to this extent) with her master was incredibly arousing. "Master," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to do that to me. I want to feel that kind of pleasure, though maybe not as hard as you did to this Layla."

"Ah, Natasha," Jafar said, his voice filled with amusement, "you know how to please me. We shall do it tonight, ok? In the meantime, I want you to order the construction of a milk bath in the estate."

Natasha's eyes lit up with curiosity. "A milk bath, Master? What for?"

"You might find out eventually."

Natasha's curiosity was piqued, but she knew better than to press him further. Instead, she nodded obediently and started walking back towards the secret passage. "Anyway, for now, we need to get back to the main palace or else the sultan will start to wonder where we are."

As she began to walk away, he reached out and grabbed her perfect tits, spinning her around to face him. "Hold on, Natasha," he said in Aisha's sweet but firm voice. "You're not going anywhere. Who said I was done with you? I said I’m going to fuck your ass TONIGHT, but I haven't even come yet and I need to come NOW, one way or another..."

With surprising strength for Aisha’s body, Jafar pulled down Natasha's gown, the fabric pooling around her ankles, leaving the lower half of her body naked before him. He yanked her body forward, pushing her down until she was leaning over a dusty table, her ass in the air. She let out a gasp as her hands braced against the wood, her legs quivering with anticipation. Jafar thought of brutally claiming her ass right away, but he thought it imprudent to do that right now. Otherwise, she wouldn't look presentable afterwards and the limping would raise suspicions, so for now, he went for her pussy.

He pushed in, feeling the warm embrace of her tight, wet walls. Natasha's eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a deep, throaty moan. "Da, master!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with passion and submission. "Fuck me, fuck me as the princess. Claim me fully while draped in the form of your royal conquest!!! Let this seal your victory!!!"

Jafar's cock slammed into her pussy, sending waves of pleasure rippling through Natasha's body. He had always had a way of making her feel both utterly filled and completely used, and the fact that he was now doing it in the guise of the woman who was meant to marry him was intoxicating. Her mind raced with thoughts of the power he now wielded, the way he had turned the tables on everyone around him. The world was his. He was invincible!

He began to pound into her with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he used her body for his own pleasure. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the secret chamber, mixing with Natasha's moans and gasps for air.

Natasha's pussy was soaking wet, and she could feel the beginnings of her climax building. Her body was his playground, and she was more than willing to let him play as he saw fit. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, eager to feel him deeper, to take all of him inside her.

Jafar's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes growing more intense as he watched Natasha's body respond to his touch. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her beg for more. He reached around and began to rub her clit with Aisha's hand, his own fingers slipping in and out of her as he fucked her.

Natasha's moans grew louder, her body shaking as the pleasure built. She could feel it coiling in her stomach, threatening to spill over. "Master," she panted, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come so hard for you!"

Jafar grinned, his eyes glinting with triumph as Natasha's body tightened around him. He picked up the pace, his cock hammering into her with a brutal efficiency that spoke of his desire to claim her fully. "Do it," he growled, "Come for me, Natasha. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock like a vice!"

Finally, it happened. They both came. Jafar reached his climax only a few seconds after Natasha. This had been the happy reunion they were both waiting for ever since Jafar had left to possess Aisha and they would do some more catching up that same night...

Jafar pulled out of Natasha with a wet sound, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He looked down at her, panting and trembling with pleasure, her body still quivering from the powerful orgasm he had just given her. "Good girl," he said, patting her ass gently. "Now, get dressed and continue your guided visit of the palace with the princess," he said as he left Aisha's body, revealing his naked form "I will get to my room through the other secret passage, get dressed and meet our dear little sultan"

As Natasha scurried away, Aisha looked up at him with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "My love," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I now understand why Rania wants you to possess her again."

Jafar raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?"

"The sensations I felt when you were inside me were indescribably good. I don't think I will be able to ever look at Layla without wanting to fuck her ass now...or Jasmine...or Fatima..." then she turned to Natasha "...and I want to fuck this foreign beauty again too and not with my pussy, but with your mighty cock!!!"

"You are not alone in this, princess," said Natasha "in Jafar's secret harem, it is considered a great honor to be possessed by him for this very reason, an honor that's been granted to me a few times and let me tell you, every time it happened, it made me experience such amazing sex from his perspective that it made me wish I was a man and had his powers."

"But it would be a shame," Jafar intervened as he wrapped his arms on both their shoulders "I like you both the way you are and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Now, we must go. The sultan is waiting for us..."

They parted ways. Aisha and Natasha got dressed again and went back to continue the visit while Jafar took another dark passageway. It felt cold, especially since he was naked, but that didn’t discourage him. He knew he only had a few hundred meters to go. Normally, such a place would be overrun with cobwebs, but Jafar had the advantage of having slaves he could trust, thanks to his charming kiss, so he made sure the place was well-cleaned and maintained so that Natasha would have a clean and comfortable place to study. Finally, he reached the end, a small wooden door that creaked when he opened it.

Finally, he was greeted with the familiar sight of his own bedroom, which was filled with luxury furniture, gold carvings and cushions. He looked on his bed and realized his servants had already prepared a ceremonial outfit for him. "Great!" he thought, and eagerly bathed in the private bath that was connected to his bedroom. They had even taken the initiative of preparing it for him. They knew he would come back at the last minute. They were used to it.

After his bath, he combed his beard a little and eagerly put on the clothes that had been prepared for him. He started with the pants, then the robe, then the boots, then the cloak and finally, the turban. He looked at himself in the mirror and figured he was ready to meet with his fiancée and his future stepfather.

As he left the room and walked through the halls of the palace, Jafar sent a telepathic message to all the women under his power that were close enough for him to reach out to. The message was clear and succinct: "I am back. Act as if you already knew it. If you can, transmit the message to the men in your vicinity."

The effect was immediate and subtle. The maids, the dancers, the handmaidens, and even the female guards that were under his spell, all of them reacted as if they had been expecting him. They didn't bat an eye, their expressions remained calm and composed. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been adjusted to accommodate his sudden appearance. The male staff however, which was not under his mind control, looked at him with a small hint of surprise before adjusting their demeanor.

Jafar finally entered the room where his brother was having a discussion with the sultan. He opened the door, accompanied by a few guards and other staff he had picked up along the way and humbly bowed to the sultan. "As-salāmu ʿalaykum yā mawlāy, how are you, Your Highness?"

Sultan Al-Rahman looked up at him with a smile that was filled with affection. "Ah, Jafar, my dear son-in-law to be. I haven't felt better in years! My daughter is finally going to get married and to one of my most trusted governors at that, you! Please, rise! I wish to talk to you and your brother in private."

Without missing a beat, the guards and the staff obeyed the sultan's command, exiting the room with a swiftness that spoke volumes of their respect and fear for the sultan's authority. The heavy doors clicked shut behind them, leaving only the three of them in the opulent chamber, surrounded by the warm glow of candles and the faint scent of exotic spices.

Jafar straightened up, his eyes never leaving the sultan's. "Your Highness," he began, his voice dripping with sincerity, "words cannot express how honored and overjoyed I am that Aisha has consented to marry me. It is a union that I have dreamed of since the moment I first laid eyes on her. Her beauty, her intelligence, her grace – she is truly the jewel of Arabia."

"Indeed, she is," he started, "she also has...certain opinions...opinions that you seem to share...she has told me about that discussion you had at the ball...Jafar, be honest with me...what is your opinion on magic?"

"Your Highness...I swear I didn't mean any disrespect to you or your laws. My opinions on magic might be aligned with Aisha's, but my loyalty and allegiance is only to you. My father, who governed this province before me, always told me that an advisor who never disagrees with his master is a bad advisor. He taught me to make my own opinions so I can best advise you, but to always be ultimately loyal to you and to obey your every single command and law, even if they contradict my own opinions. That was the principle my father followed as well. Remember, when you passed the law banning the flying carpets, my father strongly disagreed with you and he told you this much, but despite that, he didn't join your brother, Akim, in his rebellion against you. To the contrary, he condemned the rebels, arrested sympathizers and conscripted more men to help you crush him."

That was technically true, but Jafar had omitted to say that his father didn't help the rebellion only because he knew it was doomed from the very start. Akim had basically joined a popular revolt in the province of Bahri Al-Salam and became the leader of the rebels, but he had done so without consulting the province governors beforehand. If he had, Akim would have had an almost guaranteed chance of success, since almost all governors wanted nothing to do with Al-Rahman's anti-magic policies, and the Royal Inquisition didn't exist yet, but he didn't and the governors were completely unprepared to join him. The only one who did join Akim was the governor of Bahri Al-Salam itself, but that wasn't even close to enough. It was a massacre. The rebellion was put down. It’s precisely during that rebellion that the Royal Inquisition was created. It was originally meant to assist the army in gathering information on people in Bahri Al-Salam who were suspected of being part of the rebellion and it turned out to be brutally efficient at it. After the war, it was expanded to spy on politicians all across the empire to make sure they were loyal to the sultan, making future rebellions more difficult. After the **** of Aisha’s mother, it was expanded yet again, giving it nearly unchecked power as it now had informants everywhere. Not just in politics, but in the military and the civilian population. Now, even the most powerful of wizards had to constantly watch their backs when they left their house…

The sultan leaned back, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "I see," he said after a moment. "Your father was a wise man. And it seems that you have inherited his wisdom, and his sense of loyalty. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything, don't worry and I'm not going to oppose you making any changes after my ****, either. I've ruled these lands for over 55 years and I feel the sun setting on my horizon. It's only fitting that some fresh blood takes the empire in a new direction...especially since the direction I was leading it towards was probably a mistake..."

Jafar felt a pang of victory. He had successfully manipulated the sultan's suspicion of him into something resembling admiration. Fadi stepped forward, wanting to make himself reassuringly present. "Your Highness, your reign has not been a mistake. Flesh magic was undeniably bad and snake magic was also used to commit various crimes," he said, his voice strong and steady. "Some of your policies were necessary."

Ignoring what Fadi had just said, the sultan turned to Jafar and said "There's also something I need to admit. If my daughter took so long to answer your demand for marriage, it was because of me. I selfishly tried to keep her all to myself, but I have finally decided to make things right and to put the needs of the empire before my own for once."

Jafar thought it weird that the sultan would tell him something like that. That man never talked about his feelings in public. It could only be due to his need to come clear as he felt his **** approaching. He was a sad old man filled with regrets. He could almost feel pity for him...

Once they were done with the conversation, they met with Aisha and they had a fabulous dinner with dance and music. When night finally came, Jafar went to his bedroom to find Natasha laying on his bed, waiting for him. Her golden hair was let loose, and she didn't wear anything.

Natasha looked at him with hunger in her eyes. "Master," she purred, "I have been thinking about this all day. Where do you want to start tonight? Do you wish to feel my tight pussy again, or perhaps you prefer the warm embrace of my mouth? The soft crushing of my tits? Or...do you want to make me feel a glimpse of what Layla felt in her behind in the desert?"

"Ah, Natasha," Jafar said, his eyes feasting on her naked form, "how eager you are. Tonight, I think I'll start with the tits." He approached the bed, his cock already hardening at the thought of her full breasts around it. "Your tits have always been one of the most delightful treasures of your body. They are like two perfectly ripe melons, begging to crush my dick in between them." he said as he made himself comfortable in bed.

Natasha eagerly complied, her cheeks flushing with excitement. She had always loved the way Jafar talked to her, so crude and yet so poetic at the same time. She stood up from the bed and approached him, her breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took. As she got closer, she could feel the warmth of his body and the heat of his gaze. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently before leaning in to kiss the tip.

Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue flicking over the head before she took him in deeper. He groaned as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out as she applied just the right amount of pressure. Her eyes remained locked on his, the desire in them unmistakable. She knew he enjoyed watching her, so she made sure to give a little show, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she took him deeper.

Then, once she thought his dick was wet enough, she stopped sucking him and then began the titty fuck. The sensation was exquisite, his cock sliding smoothly between her breasts, her nipples brushing against his stomach with every stroke. Natasha's hands were busy too, caressing his balls, teasing the sensitive skin behind them. Jafar's hips rose to meet her.

"Master," Natasha whispered, her voice a sweet purr as she paused her movements, "I must admit, I don't know why I didn't recognize you when you were in Aisha's body. I knew you were coming and the princess's behavior was suspicious. I can be such an idiotka from time to time."

"Hey, Natasha! Don't you ever say that! You're the smartest woman in my harem and that's saying a lot. You probably didn't get it because you expected one of the maids under my control to reach out to you telepathically, which I ordered them not to because I wanted to surprise you."

"Yeah, it's true. I did indeed try to reach out to those beautiful maids accompanying the princess. I figured one of them or even the princess might be your host, or at least know where you are, but none of them answered my telepathic calls, so I figured none of them were under your power..."

"You see? It's not your fault then. I'm just great at deception."

Natasha giggled and blushed at the compliment. She didn't say anything but her actions spoke louder than words. All while this conversation was going, Natasha was still caressing his cock with her pair and this comment made her accelerate the rhythm in a way that made the pleasure too intense for Jafar to continue the conversation.

She kept titfucking him harder and harder, faster and faster. How could this be? Jafar had always had a kink for titty fuck, but he knew from experience it was never as pleasurable as sex the vagina, the ass or the mouth, but Natasha was rubbing her boobs against his cock with such fervor that it was as almost as good. How did she do that? Were all Russian women so good in bed? Was that because she missed him real bad?

But he had to move on. He had to try other things. He ordered her to stop "Get on top of me," Jafar instructed, his voice thick with desire. "Ride me! Ride me as fast as you can!!!"

Natasha didn't need to be told twice. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, and with a seductive smile, she positioned herself over his hard cock. She was so wet that it slipped in effortlessly, filling her completely. She moaned as she began to move her hips, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Jafar watched in awe as she took control, her eyes never leaving his, challenging him to match her passion.

The bed trembled beneath them as Natasha picked up the pace, her body moving in a frenzied dance of lust. Jafar's hands gripped her waist tightly, guiding her movements as he watched his cock disappear into her over and over again. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every fiber of Jafar's being. He could feel the intensity building within him, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax.

"Da! Da! DAAAAA!!!" she said as she rode him with the ferocity of a woman who has been away from her man for way too long.

Jafar could feel Natasha's muscles tightening around him as she neared her peak. He knew that sound. It was the sound of a woman on the edge of ecstasy. His own climax was building, a volcano ready to erupt. He watched Natasha's face, the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened in a silent scream. He knew she was close and he was going to finish her off with a bang.

He grabbed her, bringing her torso down on him, and her hips slightly forward, giving his own hips a small amount of room to move. He then began making small thrusts upwards with an almost superhuman speed. This overwhelmed Natasha and almost made her cry with pleasure as she came with her master quickly following suit...

"Fuck, Natasha, you're so good at this," Jafar groaned, his voice strained from the **** of his climax. He watched as her pussy spasmed around his cock, her orgasm milking him dry. Natasha's breath came in ragged gasps as she collapsed on top of him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Natasha looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of satisfaction and love. She leaned in and kissed him, her mouth warm and welcoming. Jafar's hand moved to cradle the back of her head, his fingers weaving through her soft golden hair. The kiss was tender and lingering, a stark contrast to the raw passion of moments before.

Natasha then ended the kiss and said "Master, why do you do this to me? I've already told you, fucking me at this rhythm is just...is just...too good...and you did it right on my g-spot. Sometimes I feel you're gonna kill me with pleasure..."

Jafar chuckled "Oh Natasha, you know, I could make this way worse. There's this belly dancer I met back at the sultan's palace who can shake her hips even faster than that even during sex. I could possess her and fuck you using the power of her hips."

Natasha looked at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation "Master, that sounds...intimidating, but if it's your will, I'll endure it. I'll do anything for you." she said as she gently rubbed her hand on his chest and kissed him on the neck and cheeks. "It's just that, for a woman of intellect like me, it feels...inappropriate to have such pleasure. Whenever I study after that, I want you to fuck me at this rhythm again. I am addicted to you and I'm always horny. I feel like it makes me less of a scholar and more of...an animal..."

"Hey, Natasha! Stop saying that! You are a scholar no matter how horny you are and a great one at that. Once I am sultan, I will put your administrative skills to good use by putting you in charge of an important government department like the economy or education..."

"But master...I'm a woman and a foreigner. Do you really think people will accept this? Sure, sultans have historically put foreigners in charge of important departments...but...not women"

"Natasha," Jafar said with a serious look on his face, "When I am sultan, I will have the power to change that. You are not just any woman. You are my woman and you are the most intelligent person I know. Trust me, I will make it work. Also, what about that guy from the inquisition I sent you? Were you able to get something out of him?"

"Not a lot. He hasn't been very cooperative. He started revealing the locations of other important members of the inquisition, but once we got there, we found the houses abandoned. When we went back and accused him of lying to us he said he didn't lie and just forgot to say he only told us about their locations because he knew that by then, they would have noticed his disappearance and changed their location to somewhere even he didn't know...Zafira decided to keep him alive for now as she figured you might want to interrogate him yourself. Who knows, he might have scraps of useful information left..."

"Alright. I'll interrogate him personally after the wedding."

"Also, I've finished translating this old manuscript for this new magic technique you wanted to try. Perhaps you'd like to check it out..."

"Yes, I will. But first, let's enjoy our night. I've had a long journey and I need more of your warmth... Now, you said you wanted to get a glimpse of what Layla's ass went through?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Then get on all fours, my sweetheart"

Natasha didn't need any further encouragement. She got off him and went on all fours, her plump, round ass in the air, begging for him to take her. The way she presented herself was like a painting that would make any artist weep. Jafar took his time to appreciate the view. He had missed her so much. The way she obeyed his every command was like poetry to him.

He got behind her and without wasting any time, he plunged his cock into her ass, filling her up with the same girth that had claimed Layla's earlier. Natasha gasped and whimpered, but she didn't protest. She knew this was what her master wanted and she was eager to please him. Jafar began to move slowly at first, savoring the sensation of her tightness around him. Her ass was just as delightful as he had remembered, a perfect fit for his cock.

Natasha's body arched back, her hands gripping the sheets as Jafar's cock invaded her. She felt a mix of pleasure and pain, but she focused on the pleasure, letting it build within her. She knew that with Jafar, the pain always led to something exquisite. Her breathing grew ragged as he picked up the pace, his hands on her hips as he pulled her back onto him with each thrust. She could feel the slap of their bodies echoing through the room, a symphony of desire and submission.

Jafar watched Natasha's reactions closely, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Her whimpers grew louder, her body tensing and releasing with each stroke. He knew she was close, and he was determined to make this experience unforgettable for her. He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in a slow, deliberate circle. Natasha's moans grew more frantic, her hips rocking back to meet his thrusts. The combination of his cock in her ass and his fingers on her clit was more than she could bear.

He eventually came in her ass, though he had to hold back a little as she was not as tough as Layla. He then spent the night taking her again and again from every side. He tried to go really easy on her ass the next times though. He couldn't have her limping the next. Nonetheless, his hunger for her was never satiated. Neither one of them could ever get enough of the other…