Jafar, his vessel and all the maids follow the sultan to Jabit.

That same day, in the late hours of the morning, they departed. A caravan of dozens of camels, slowly advancing through the desert. Most people on this caravan were unaware that the person they were going to visit was travelling alongside them. Still in Aisha's body, Jafar thought the trip was going to be very pleasant. Up until now, while he was in Aisha's body he had worn low-cuts most of the time. That was an inconvenience to him as he had loved the unusual titty fuck he had given the princess and he would have wanted to be almost constantly titty fucking her like that, but because of the princess's taste for low-cuts, he couldn't as whipping out his dick between her boobs while he was wearing this would have ensured it would have been visible, but now, he was wearing a large baggy travel cape over the princess' regular clothes. This allowed him to keep his cock released in between her boobs at all times. Moreover, he had purposefully loosened the bra he was wearing to make the princess's breasts shake more than they normally would. All of this made it so every step he took, every movement he made, and every step his camel took gave him a small amount of sexual satisfaction and since the travel clothes he was wearing were baggy, no one would ever notice. Sometimes, when desire overtook him, he even made his hands come out of the sides of Aisha's breasts again to give her an actual titty fuck and as long as he kept a stoic expression, nothing would be apparent. The only problem was with the cum, but as a flesh wizard, Jafar could hold himself back from cuming for as long as he wished and whenever he wanted to release his essence, he pretended to go to the toilet, and let his essence disappear under the sand.

As the days went by, Jafar found he wanted more than just the constant titty fuck. He was glad the princess shared a tent with her maids instead of her father. That made it so every night, he could choose 3 or 4 different maids to keep him company. He exchanged knowing looks with Fatima, Rania and Jasmine before his eyes stopped on Layla. He thought of that thing he wanted to try out with her, that thing only she, as the most submissive and the most resilient of his secret harem, would be able to take and he decided he would try it that same night. After all, they expected a sand storm to come that night. It would be perfect. The noise of the wind and the sand would drown out the noise coming from his tent. He subtly got his hands out near Aisha's boobs and started fucking her tits harder in anticipation...

Suddenly, he had to stop as desert tribesmen emerged from behind nearby dunes. An ambush and a well organized one at that! They came from both sides, seemingly out of nowhere, and Jafar noticed they were not alone. Hundreds of snakes were assisting them, commanded by their wizards. They pushed forward and shouted "**** to the sultan! **** to the tyrant!!!" They were from the Sahar tribe, staunch opponents of the sultan's anti-magic oppression and they were seizing the opportunity to end the reign of the sovereign they hated.

Most guards were on foot and were exhausted by days of travel. They struggled to form a defensive formation and they were quickly falling to the swords and snake bites of the enemy. Jafar had ****. He knew using magic would raise suspicion, but if he didn't use it, both he and the princess would die before their reign even began. He channeled all of his power, and suddenly, the snakes turned their vicious bites away from the sultan's men and towards the tribesmen instead. Their wizards tried to wrestle control of the reptilian creatures back into their hands, but it was no use. Jafar was way too powerful for his rule over the snakes to be contested by anyone.

One of the attackers was getting way too close to Jasmine for Jafar's comfort and he immediately redirected all nearby snakes to drive him away. The snakes writhed and coiled around his legs and arms, biting and constricting with a frenzied ferocity that sent him reeling back in terror as the venom started filling his body, dooming him to ****. Jasmine looked at Jafar with a reassured smile, knowing that this was the work of her master who had just saved her.

The sight was astonishing. The sand was stained red with the blood of the slain and the screams of pain and fear echoed through the desert. The tide of battle turned and the attackers were soon **** to flee, unable to sustain the attack now that their reptilian friends had turned against them. As soon as they were far enough away, Jafar ordered the snakes to scatter. He had always wanted to avoid unnecessary deaths and he had no hatred for the desert tribes. After all, he had spent five years of his life with these impressive people and he had grown to admire and respect them, so he had no desire to pursue, now that they were no longer an immediate threat.

The chaos of the ambush slowly settled into an eerie calm as the remaining guards looked around, stunned by the sudden shift in fortunes. They had seen the snakes turn on the attackers and they had heard the strange whispers of their fellow men, but none dared to speak of it. They all knew that it was a sign of divine intervention and that they had just witnessed something that could only be described as sorcery. Al-Rahman himself looked around confused, not knowing what to think. Jafar, wanting to maintain his cover as the princess, tried his best to look just as confused as everyone else. He telepathically instructed his harem to do the same.

The caravan picked itself up, tending to the injured and burying the fallen. The mood was grim, but there was also a sense of relief. They had survived an attack that should have been their end. The sultan's guards spoke in hushed tones, sharing stories of the miracle they had witnessed. Some spoke of a legendary wizard that fought alongside them, while others claimed it was the will of God. Jafar felt a thrill run through Aisha's body as he listened to their tales. He had never been so close to revealing his true power and had to admit, it was exhilarating.

He approached the sultan. "Father, what has just happened?" Jafar asked, feigning the same bewilderment as everyone else. The sultan looked up, his eyes meeting Aisha's, searching for answers.

The sultan's face was etched with lines of fear and disbelief. He had never seen such a sight before. "It is the work of the Faceless One," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "He is among us. Only he could be powerful enough to do such a thing." This was really bad. The sultan had deduced the Faceless One was among them and if Jafar allowed him time to think, he would easily be able to tell that the only reason the mighty wizard saved them was that he desperately wanted the marriage between Aisha and Jafar to take place and from there, he would be able to deduce the rest... He needed a diversion, so he telepathically ordered Layla to create one...

"Your Highness," Layla spoke up, her voice quivering with fake fear, "right before the snakes turned, I... I saw something in the distance. A man, on a flying carpet, he was... he was wearing a cloak that obscured his face."

Both Jafar, still in Aisha's body, and the sultan turned to her, their eyes sharp with interest. "The Faceless One," the sultan murmured, his gaze narrowing. "Go on. Elaborate, my child"

"Your Majesty," Layla began, her voice shaking with what seemed like genuine terror, "the man was dressed in dark robes, and his face was hidden beneath a hood. He was sitting in a peculiar meditative pose atop a flying carpet. It was as if he drew his power from the very air itself. And when he started to levitate, the snakes... they just turned on our attackers!"

"Hmm..." Al-Rahman began. "He used a meditative position to increase his power. This magical knowledge is not from this land, but from the distant land of India. He is more powerful than I thought. Did anyone else see him?"

All the maids had gathered around, following their dear princess. Jasmine, Fatima, Rania, and Fatima all nodded, their faces a mix of fear and awe. "Yes, your majesty," they said in unison. "We all saw him." The others said they hadn't seen it, but was probably because they were too preoccupied by the ongoing chaos. Al-Rahman thought it useless to ask the soldiers about it. If most maids hadn't seen it, it wouldn't be reasonable to assume that the ones actually fighting the enemy and not only seeing the chaos, but being a part of it, could have had any hope of seeing this mysterious saviour flying over the dunes.

"But Father," Aisha spoke up again, her voice calm but her eyes filled with excitement, "I didn't see him arrive, but I did catch a glimpse of him leaving. He was flying low, hugging the desert floor like a shadow, as if to avoid being spotted by anyone who might have survived the attack."

"Hmm...very well" said the sultan, appearing convinced. Jafar was relieved. He had successfully gaslit the sultan into thinking the help they received came from the outside rather than the inside. This is where his greatest weapon, his mind control kiss, truly shone. Since he had invented the spell, he was the only one to ever use it and the only ones besides him who even knew it existed were either in Jafar's inner circle or had themselves fallen under the influence of the spell and this played in his favor tremendously. Al-Rahman could not conceive that a flesh wizard could ever retain control of a woman after leaving her body, so if multiple women came forward and said something, it was probably the truth, unless they were each possessed by a different wizard, which was highly unlikely as the flesh wizards that remained were too few in number. They hadn't ever been numerous to begin with as flesh magic had always been the most stigmatized and the most difficult form of magic to learn by far. Some still had trouble believing the existence of the Faceless One as they thought there were none left. Moreover, the belief that the Faceless One had used an indian meditation technique to increase his power added credibility to the story as it was more believable than the truth: that Jafar was so powerful, he had accomplished such a feat without resorting to the meditation technique and after being in a woman's body without interruption for many days at that, which would have drained around a quarter of the energy of the average flesh wizard.

"But why would he save us?" Al-Rahman questioned, looking around at his men who had survived the onslaught. "What could he possibly want from us? What direction did he go once he left?"

"West." said Jafar who didn't pick his answer at random. He deliberately told him the opposite of the direction they themselves were going to avoid the sultan thinking the Faceless One came from Jabit.

"It's also the direction he came from," added Layla.

"Hmm...very well," answered Al-Rahman. "So, he is following us..."

"Probably" said Jafar, still trying to act confused.

Al-Rahman nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. He looked around at his men, then back at Aisha. "We must continue our journey. We must reach Jabit before we fall into another ambush."

The sultan climbed onto his camel with newfound respect for the power of magic, his eyes scanning the horizon as if he expected to see the Faceless One appear again at any moment. As sultan, he was used to being in control and the thought of being at the mercy of this mysterious stranger that could send 500 snakes on them at any moment angered him. His daughter was right. That was the main reason he hated magic to begin with, but for once, it seemed like magic was on his side and he didn't know what he thought of it yet.

The caravan kept advancing until night fell, and the stars began to twinkle in the vast expanse of the desert sky. The guards worked tirelessly to set up the tents and secure the camp for the night, while the royal party retreated to their own private section of the encampment. Jafar took a moment to himself, admiring the beauty of the night sky. The stars were like diamonds scattered on velvet, a stark contrast to the harshness of the day. He took a deep breath of the cool desert air, feeling it fill Aisha's lungs and rejuvenate his spirit.

Then, the sand storm began to rise, the wind making everything blurry. Hard to see, hard to hear. It was the perfect opportunity for what he had in mind. Making his way to the tent he shared with Layla and Jasmine for the night, he pushed aside the heavy fabric to find Layla and Jasmine in a passionate embrace. The sight was unexpected but not unwelcome. Jasmine lay on her back, her legs spread wide, while Layla was on top of her, their bodies pressed tightly together. The way their pussies rubbed against each other was almost mesmerizing, their hips moving in a synchronized dance of desire. The sound of their moans filled the tent, a sweet symphony of pleasure that resonated within him.

As he entered, the maids froze, their eyes wide with fear at being caught in such a compromising position. Layla looked up at Jafar, her fear subsided as she recognized her master's hostess. Jasmine's eyes followed, and she too stifled a gasp.

"Master," Layla began, her voice trembling slightly as she slid off Jasmine and hastily pulled her clothes into place. "We didn't know it was you." The two maids got up and quickly arranged their clothes. They both looked to the ground as a sign of respect for their master, their hearts racing with anticipation. Jafar walked closer to them, his gaze intense and filled with desire. He knew the power of his gaze, and the effect it had on those who were under his control. The scent of their arousal filled the tent, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled his own hunger.

"Continue, my pets."

The command was given in a low, sultry tone that resonated through the tent. Both Layla and Jasmine looked up at Jafar, their eyes glazed with desire and obedience. Layla took a shaky breath, her body quivering with anticipation as she positioned herself back on top of Jasmine. Their breasts pressed together, nipples erect and sensitive as they moved against each other.

With a gentle nudge from Layla, Jasmine's legs parted once more, allowing her roommate to settle into a familiar rhythm. The friction between their wet, swollen pussies grew stronger, their moans increasing in volume and intensity. Jafar could feel the heat radiating from Aisha's core as he watched the two maids succumb to their desires. Aisha's pussy was growing wet as Jafar became aroused.

Taking a seat on a plush cushion, Jafar reached down to pull Aisha's skirt up to expose her own eager sex. He began to stroke himself, feeling the velvety warmth of her skin, his fingers gliding over the slickness of her folds. His eyes remained fixed on the erotic display before him, his own breathing growing ragged with each passing moment. The sight of his harem's passionate embrace was a feast for his eyes, a visual treat that he had come to crave more and more. He began to moan, himself with Aisha's voice.

Jasmine's climax built as Layla's movements grew more urgent. She could feel her own peak approaching, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. But it was the sound of their master's voice that pushed her over the edge. "Let it happen," Jafar murmured, his eyes never leaving Jasmine's. With a final, **** thrust, Jasmine came, her body convulsing in a symphony of pleasure as she cried out. Layla followed close behind, their orgasms crashing into each other like waves upon a shore.

"You're not done yet," Jafar said, his voice a soft command. "Jasmine, come here. You're going to finish me off."

Jasmine's eyes widened for a brief moment, then she nodded obediently and slithered over to Aisha’s body. Jafar stepped back, giving Jasmine room to work her magic. He watched as she eagerly spread Aisha's legs apart and buried her face between them, her tongue lapping at the glistening folds of the princess's sex. Jafar moaned louder, but no one outside the tent could hear him over the wind.

Jasmine's skilled tongue danced over Aisha's clit, her hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place. She could feel her own juices flowing as she tasted her master's essence. Her movements grew more vigorous as she felt him growing closer to his peak. Jafar's breath was coming in ragged gasps now. To increase the intensity of the pleasure. He got out his cock in between Aisha's tits and began to titty fuck her while Jasmine was giving him a cunnilingus. He was getting two different pleasures at the same time from two different organs. It was overwhelming, even for someone like him who was so used to intense sexuality.

Finally, he came from in between Aisha's legs, her juices filling Jasmine's mouth. As for his cock, he retracted it into Aisha's body and got it out again through her vagina, before letting his orgasm there come too, shooting his cum right into Jasmine's mouth, filling her with both male and female juices at the same time.

"Swallow," Jafar ordered, his voice a soft command that resonated through Aisha's body. Jasmine obeyed without hesitation, her eyes locked onto his as she swallowed his cum. It was a gesture of submission, of her acceptance of his dominance over her, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He watched as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of both him and the princess he was impersonating.

Once he was sure she had cleaned him thoroughly, Jafar stood up, his cock dangling from Aisha's waist. He looked at Layla with a malicious smile.

"You are a true treasure, Layla," Jafar said, his eyes gleaming with approval. "I have never encountered someone as submissive and as masochistic as you. Your dedication to pleasure through pain is unmatched."

Layla, her cheeks flushed from the recent orgasm, looked up at him with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew what he was implying and the very thought made her pussy wetter. "Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the howling wind outside. "What... What is the next challenge?"

Well, you see, Layla, when I first claimed the lovely princess I am in, right now, I was inside Rania and I made my cock come out of her mouth while doing a french kiss to the princess, basically turning the kiss into oral...

Layla smiled. "That's hot," she said "but, respectfully, I don't find it to be much of a challenge."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my dear Layla," Jafar replied with an evil smile. He made a gesture with his hand and his cock grew hard again, a magical feat that never ceased to amaze her. "You see, I have something far more... intricate planned out for you. Something that will truly test your limits. You see, when I did that with Aisha, I treated oral like it was something else. It made me wonder if there would be other ways to treat it like it was something else..." He started moving towards Layla. "...and I found something. Something quite...merciless"

Layla looked at him confused and a bit afraid "But, how could oral be so...'merciless', master?"

"You'll see," Jafar said with a dark chuckle as he pushed Layla to the ground, the fine sand sticking to the sweat of her body. He positioned himself so that his cock was right above her mouth, the tip just grazing her bottom lip. He leaned down and whispered, "Open your mouth," and she obeyed without question. He pushed himself in, filling her mouth to the brim. The leftover taste of Aisha's juices mingling with his own cum was exotic, and the way Layla's eyes watered and she gagged slightly was a delightful sight.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth like I fucked your ass when I was in Jasmine's body"

Jafar's words were a dark promise that sent a shiver down Layla's spine. He got down on all fours and without any preamble, began to thrust into her mouth, his movements fast and deep. The sensation was unlike anything Layla had ever felt before. It was raw, animalistic, and utterly degrading. This wasn't a blowjob, this was oral penetration, with all the strength and insistence that came with it. Her jaw ached from the **** of his movements, but she took it, knowing that this was what her master wanted.

Jasmine watched the scene with a mix of concern and shock. Had her master lost his mind? He noticed the concern on her face and sadistically winked and smiled at her as he increased the depth and rhythm of his thrusts on Layla, making her eyes water, despite the recent days she had spent in the desert and threatening to make her suffocate.

"So, Layla? Does this satisfy your curiosity? Is your need to be brutalized being satisfied?"

Unable to speak, Layla nodded aggressively, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe under her master's relentless thrusting shaft. She tries to move her head to the side to catch a breath, but Jafar chose this moment to maintain a deep powerful thrust that pinned her head against the sandy ground. The sound of her muffled gagging was music to his ears, and he felt his climax approaching like a storm on the horizon. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he started making powerful roars.

The feeling of her master's cock staying deep into her mouth was intense, almost too much for Layla to bear. Her stomach churned, and her difficulty to breathe threatened to make her vomit. She fought it back, her eyes watering uncontrollably. This was nothing like any blowjob she had done before.

Jasmine, who had been watching the whole scene, unable to look away, knelt beside her, her eyes pleading. "Master, please," she said, her voice soft but firm, "let her breathe. Please, I beg of you."

Jafar pulled out of Layla's mouth with a wet pop, a smug smile playing on the princess's lips.

Layla gasped for air, her eyes flashing with annoyance at Jasmine. "I was enjoying that," she growled, her voice thick with irritation. "Don't ever interrupt me when I'm serving the master again."

"But you didn't look like you were enjoying it all"

"I like to suffer, Jasmine. Yes, it hurt, yes it felt like I was going to vomit and I was afraid of that, but that's how I like it best. And besides, if it ever becomes too much, the master will know and he will stop. I know you meant good, but don't ever do that again."

With that, Layla opened her mouth wide again and Jafar plunged back in, her throat taking his whole cock with surprising ease. He began to fuck her mouth again with renewed intensity, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Her throat muscles contracted around him, and she could feel the beginnings of his climax building.

Jasmine, feeling guilty for interrupting, retreated to the corner of the tent, her own desire a silent witness to the scene unfolding. Her hand found its way to her own pussy, her fingers slipping in easily, as she watched her friend and master's intimate dance. She knew that Layla's masochistic tendencies were a part of her, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of sadness at the sight of her suffering. But she also knew that this was what Layla truly craved, to serve Jafar in any way he desired.

Jafar's rhythm grew even quicker, his hips slapping against Layla's face with a wet sound that echoed through the tent. Layla's eyes were watering, and her cheeks were flushed red, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took it all, her throat working overtime to accommodate his relentless pounding. Her body was tense, her hands and legs unmoving, as if she had been turned to stone. The only signs of life were the ragged gasps she took in between thrusts, her chest heaving with the effort.

As Jafar felt his climax approaching, he leaned back, pulling his cock almost completely out of Layla's mouth before slamming it back in. He repeated the motion, the wetness of Layla's mouth filling his body with animalistic pleasure as it repeatedly hit against his mighty shaft, his eyes narrowing as he watched her struggle to handle him. The sight of her suffering, her mouth stretched wide and her eyes watering, pushed him over the edge. He released himself into her mouth, his warm seed filling her to the brim. He pulled out and watched as she swallowed it all, her throat contracting around his cock as she took his cum down her throat, struggling not to puke as she swallowed.

Layla looked up at Jafar with a mix of anger and desperation in her eyes. She had wanted to swallow his entire load, to take it all in without him pulling out. It was a test of her endurance, one that she felt she had failed because he had shown her mercy. "Master," she choked out, her voice hoarse from his cock, "why did you pull out?"

"Because otherwise, you would have puked on my dick and I don't want that, and I much less want you to drown in your own vomit"

Jafar chuckled darkly, his cock still twitching from the powerful orgasm that had just rocked his body. He reached down and wiped the remaining cum from Layla's chin, his eyes never leaving hers. She pouted, but she knew he was right. Her throat was already sore from the intense face-fucking she'd just endured, and she could feel her stomach churning.

But she couldn't help but feel like she'd failed him somehow. She'd wanted to take it all, to be the perfect receptacle for his pleasure. "Please, master," she begged, her voice still thick from his cum, "punish me for my failure. Take my ass even harder than you did before. I need to feel your power inside me again."

Jafar's smile grew even more sinister as he considered her request. The wind outside was indeed picking up, whipping the fabric of the tent into a frenzy. He knew that no matter how loud Layla screamed, no one would hear a thing. This was the perfect opportunity to push her limits even further.

He made a gesture with his hand and his cock grew hard again, standing tall and proud, ready to claim her ass. He looked down at Layla, who was still sprawled on the ground, panting heavily from the oral ****. "Very well," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "you shall have your punishment."

Layla turned around and positioned herself on all fours, her ass in the air, inviting him in. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she could feel the heat of his gaze on her. Jafar approached her, his instrument of dominance standing tall and proud. His tongue flicked out, as if he was getting ready to savour a lavish feast, and then he leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You're going to take it all."

He spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight, puckered hole. He spit on it, lubricating it with his saliva. His cock nudged against it, the pressure building until she felt the tip breach her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he pushed himself in, all the way to the base. Layla bit down on a scream as she felt herself being stretched to her limits. He didn't pause, didn't give her a moment to adjust. He began to pump into her, his movements quick and deep, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass filling the tent.

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, Layla focused on her breathing, trying to handle the pain. She grimaced, yet, amidst the pain, there was something...exhilarating. A sense of belonging, of purpose that she hadn't felt since he'd last claimed her. She was a vessel for his pleasure, a living, breathing toy for him to use as he saw fit and that's what she wanted to be. She thought of how awesome it would feel when Jafar would be sultan.

Jafar felt his cock being enveloped by Layla's tight, velvety anus, the heat and the pressure was almost overwhelming. The walls of her rectum were squeezing him like a vice, and it was heavenly. He felt like a god, claiming her in this forbidden way. The feeling of power that surged through him was a feeling he'd never get tired of. He knew that he had to keep pushing her boundaries, to keep her craving for more.

He leaned in closer, his chest pressing against her back as he grabbed her hips tightly. He began to rock back and forth, his movements becoming more erratic as he lost control of his own body. He was no longer Jafar the man, he was Jafar the possessing ****, taking everything she had to offer. He felt her body tense up, heard her muffled cries of pain and pleasure, and he knew that she was on the edge of something incredible.

And then he did it. He let go. With a roar that was a mix of pleasure and triumph, Jafar dropped down onto his knees, the full weight of Aisha's body falling onto Layla. The sudden pressure pushed his cock even deeper into her ass, making her scream out loud. The sound was muffled by the pillow she'd bitten into, but the vibration of it traveled up his cock, making him even more excited.

He began to piston into her, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, sloppy sound that was music to his ears. Her ass was tight, so tight around him, and every time he pulled out, it was like he was leaving a part of himself behind, only to be sucked back in with the next thrust. He could feel her muscles clench around him, trying to push him out, but he was relentless.

With every thrust, Layla's body was pushed into the plush cushions beneath her, the friction of the fabric against her sensitive skin only adding to the intensity of the moment. She felt like she was being split in two, but the pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that she never wanted to end. Her cries grew louder, echoing through the tent, and Jafar knew that she was getting close.

He pushed himself under her, his hands shifting to under her knees. He lifted her slightly, using the leverage to pump into her even deeper. The new angle sent shockwaves through her body, making her scream. Her pussy was grinding against the bed beneath her, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her core.

With a wink at Jasmine, who was still watching from the corner, Jafar began to speak in a low, commanding tone, his voice filled with the promise of even greater pleasure. "I like dominating from below, as you might already know, my dear Jasmine"

"Oh yes you do. My own rectum still remembers it."

Those words excited Jafar even more and he began to fuck Layla even harder who had now become one with the pain. Her cheeks were red and she had effectively become a wild beast, growling in pain and looking at Jasmine as if she wanted to tear her to pieces.

"I want you to come here," he ordered, his voice a mix of passion and dominance. "Rub your pussy against Layla's and rub it hard. Push her poor little anus on my cock."

Jasmine obeyed without hesitation, positioning herself between Layla's legs. She could feel the heat of the maid's pussy, and she knew that Layla was already soaking wet from the intensity of the scene. She began to rub herself against Layla, their clits meeting with a spark of electric pleasure that made them both moan.

Layla's eyes filled with smoldering intensity, never left Jasmine’s. Her expression, along with her red cheeks, were testament to her resilience and determination in the face of great pain. As she looked at her, Jasmine felt there was almost something violent about her expression.

"Harder, Jasmine." said Jafar as he kept thrusting into Layla from below. "Send her crashing on my cock"

Jasmine obeyed, placing all her weight onto Layla as she grinded against her. The pressure was unbearable for Layla. It made her scream in pain and Jafar scream in pleasure, but she didn't protest. Instead, she pushed back into it, welcoming the pain. She felt like she was being split apart, but it was a sweet, sweet agony that she craved. Jafar's cock was so deep inside her, it felt like it was touching her very soul.

The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder, a cacophony of desire that filled the tent. Layla's orgasm was building, a crescendo of pleasure that washed over her. She could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening, her pussy clenching around Jafar's shaft. And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense it made her vision blur. Her body convulsed as she came, her juices flooding out, mixing with the sweat and sand on the bed beneath her.

This was her third orgasm since he had started claiming her ass, and she was starting to wonder if he ever would come. He was drawing out the moment, savoring the power he had over her. She could feel his cock swelling, the heat of his climax building, but he didn't let go. He kept pumping into her, his movements growing more erratic as he held back his own release. She knew he could hold back for as long as he wished. His magic allowed him to do this much after all. He would never come without wanting it and he seemed like he was having way too much fun to allow himself to come any time soon. Not only that, but his magic gave him superhuman stamina and endurance. He really could hold out for as long as he wanted, and, for a moment, he considered staying in Layla's ass forever. After all, why would he want to leave? His cock felt so good, being buried deep into Layla’s tight, warm rectum and the feeling of her ass cheeks repeatedly banging on Aisha’s hips, caressing his balls as they submerged them every time he went balls deep was not really something he wanted to stop either. At that moment, he was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he wanted both him and Layla to fall asleep that night with his dick inside her and to wake up the next day, carrying on the trip to Jabit without him ever pulling out, but he knew it was impossible. Even if, by some miracle, they managed to sit Layla and Jafar on the same camel and to disguise the fact that the latter was constantly penetrating the former, Layla would need to defecate eventually. Moreover, even though Layla was tough, she still had her limits. He felt it as he read her mind. She could still take it, but not for long.

He reached up and grabbed a fistful of Layla's hair, yanking her head back so she was **** to look into his eyes. "You feel that? I could keep this up all night if I wanted to. I could fuck your ass until there would be nothing left of you and I still wouldn't have come. Nothing is forcing me to stop, so beg me, Layla. Beg your master for mercy or else I'm gonna fuck your ass to ****!!!" he growled.

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through Layla. Her eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never been talked to like this before, and the idea that she could push him this much, that she had that much power over him was intoxicating. And the fact he was saying those words while looking at her with the princess's eyes made it disturbing in all the good ways. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming, "I'm begging you, master. Stop!"

"Are you saying you want to be shown mercy, Layla?" he said as he tightened his grip on her hair and made another powerful thrust that made Layla wonder if Jasmine could see his dick protruding from her skin in front of her belly because it was so deep inside her. "That doesn't sound like you. Are you sure?"

Layla nodded, her eyes still on Jasmine. "Yes master, I beg of you to show me mercy!!!" she screamed as she felt like she was in a trance, her body moving almost of its own accord as she tried to get away from the pain. But she knew she couldn't. This was what she wanted, what she needed. She was his toy, his whore, and she was going to take everything he had to give.

But Jafar had other plans. He looked over at Jasmine, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know," he said, his voice still deep and commanding despite his exertion, "it's not just Layla who needs to beg for mercy." He winked at Jasmine and she stopped rubbing Layla immediately got on her knees beside Jafar and said "Master! I beg of you, please, show mercy to Layla. Stop fucking her ass. She needs it. Please, master. I beg of you."

Jafar chuckled, his sadistic smile growing even wider. He leaned over and kissed Jasmine, his tongue probing her mouth as he tasted the fear and desire that filled her. "Oh, I will," he murmured against her lips, "but not before I give her a little more of what she craves."

Without pulling out, Jafar flipped Layla over so she was on all fours again. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with a ferocity and speed that gave Layla a lunatic smile, driven on the brink of insanity by the pain, while Jafar was almost being driven mad with the pleasure provided by her warm, tight ass. Layla's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned incoherently, her body jolting with every powerful thrust. She had never felt so full, so used, and it was driving her mad with pleasure. The pain in her ass was so intense, that she almost actually wanted him to stop...almost.

Jafar felt his climax approaching like a storm, the tension in his balls tightening, the heat in his cock growing more intense. He knew he was going to come, and when he did, it was going to be a torrent of pleasure that would flood her insides. He gripped Layla's hips tightly, his knuckles turning white as he pushed himself into her with everything he had. The sound of their bodies slapping together was the only sound in the tent, drowning out the whipping wind outside.

"Layla," he thought to her, "try to escape. Act as if this was too much for you..."

She complied and began desperately trying to escape the unyielding pressure on her ass. Crawling forward on her hands and knees, trying to pull away from the cock that was stretching her to her limits. But Jafar was relentless, his cock following her every move, his body moving in perfect sync with hers. He was like a predator, stalking his prey, refusing to let her escape the intense pain that was building inside her. And every time she tried to move away, he increased the intensity of the pounding.

Her whole body was shaking, her muscles tightening around his shaft like a vice. And then it happened. The dam broke.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!" she shrieked as her master finally released his load into her ass. Even for Jafar, this was one of the most intense orgasms of his life and Layla's scream had been the cherry on top. He let out his own powerful scream as he came, smiling triumphantly.

The cum was so much that it began to leak out of her ass, running down her thighs like a river of white fire. He watched as it pooled on the sand. She was a mess, her body covered in sweat and cum, her ass red and swollen from his ****. But she was beautiful, absolutely beautiful in her submission.

For a moment, the tent was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Layla's body trembled beneath him, her muscles still spasming from the intensity of her orgasm. Jasmine too needed to catch her breath as simply witnessing the scene had been a lot.

Jafar pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with cum. He stood up, his legs shaking slightly from the intensity of his climax. He looked down at her, a mix of awe and satisfaction in his eyes. "You did well," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine praise.

Layla took a few more seconds to recover, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of pain that rippled through her. She managed to push herself onto her elbows, her legs spread wide, her ass still open and ****. She took a deep, shuddering breath before looking up at Jafar through half-closed eyes, her face a picture of pure ecstasy. "Thank you, master," she murmured, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Thank you for giving me what I deserve."

You're welcome. Jafar spent the rest of the night having a little fun with Jasmine, having plain old regular sex with her. Layla was out of play for the rest of the night after that. For the rest of the trip, her butt would hurt when she'd mount her camel, but nonetheless, she would regret nothing. It was well worth it and she would remember that night as the best of her entire life.

They traveled for a few more days, the caravan making its way through the desert landscape, stopping at small towns along the way that grew increasingly familiar to Jafar. His thoughts drifted to his home, the place where his journey as the Faceless One had begun. The excitement grew in his chest as the horizon began to change, revealing the capital of the province of Jabit in the distance. The sight of the bustling city was a welcome relief from the endless sea of sand. The caravan approached, and the grandeur of his estate grew clearer with each passing mile. He was finally getting home and there was someone he was particularly eager to see again...