One Last Request 2/3promisemewingsJanuary 3 2011, 17:34:51 UTC
Aladdin was astonished that the princess had made it down to the dungeon. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"You're down here because of me," she cried, "and it isn't fair. This isn't your fault."
Aladdin sighed. "Don't worry, princess. I'm a street rat. Chances are, I would've been arrested for stealing anyway."
"Petty theft isn't as criminal as kidnapping," Jasmine argued. "Apparently, all you lose for petty theft is just a hand. Not your head!" Tears rolled down her soft cheeks. "This isn't fair!"
"So what are you doing down here?" Aladdin repeated himself. "Can't you get...I don't know...a royal pardon or something?"
Jasmine wiped away her tears. "My father's too preoccupied to pay attention to anything I have to say. All I'm good for is looking pretty and marrying royalty."
"Oh." Aladdin's face fell.
"Believe me, I tried," she said. "I just....I just wanted to apologize for getting you into this trouble."
Aladdin smiled at the beautiful princess. "Princess, you were worth the trouble, believe me."
She smiled back through her tears. "Call me Jasmine," she said. "And I feel bad. I never got your name."
"Aladdin."
"Okay....good to know."
She was no longer just a nobody in her eyes. Aladdin had meant something to her. He would never be just a street rat who never amounted to anything. He felt that now he could die with some dignity.
Then Jasmine leaned in and kissed him on the lips. The sweet taste of Jasmine's lips lingered on Aladdin's, her intoxicating scent swam around him. He responded and kissed her back, wanting to hold her close but being restricted by his hands still shackled in chains to the prison wall. She caressed his cheek gently, looking deeply into his helpless brown eyes, and kissed him again before she straddled him and uncloaked herself from her commoner garb.
With nothing on underneath.
Aladdin's eyes widened at Jasmine's curvy, naked body. He didn't anticipate something like this happening. He had resigned himself to losing his head and that was it, but now...here was the princess. In all of her sensual glory.
"Wow....what did I do to deserve this? Do--do you do this for every wanted thief?" Aladdin said.
Jasmine just smiled. "I may not be able to get your freed, but I wanted to make it up to you." She nuzzled her head of silky black hair against Aladdin's bare chest and kissing her way down with her soft lips. "Just keep quiet," she softly said. "If Rasoul hears anything, I might get in as much trouble as you're in."
"I seriously doubt that," Aladdin said, swallowing hard as Jasmine ran her tongue back up his chest. They kissed again, and she brushed her rock-hard nipples against his. Aladdin groaned. She kissed him again, deeply, to keep him from making too much noise.
"You're down here because of me," she cried, "and it isn't fair. This isn't your fault."
Aladdin sighed. "Don't worry, princess. I'm a street rat. Chances are, I would've been arrested for stealing anyway."
"Petty theft isn't as criminal as kidnapping," Jasmine argued. "Apparently, all you lose for petty theft is just a hand. Not your head!" Tears rolled down her soft cheeks. "This isn't fair!"
"So what are you doing down here?" Aladdin repeated himself. "Can't you get...I don't know...a royal pardon or something?"
Jasmine wiped away her tears. "My father's too preoccupied to pay attention to anything I have to say. All I'm good for is looking pretty and marrying royalty."
"Oh." Aladdin's face fell.
"Believe me, I tried," she said. "I just....I just wanted to apologize for getting you into this trouble."
Aladdin smiled at the beautiful princess. "Princess, you were worth the trouble, believe me."
She smiled back through her tears. "Call me Jasmine," she said. "And I feel bad. I never got your name."
"Aladdin."
"Okay....good to know."
She was no longer just a nobody in her eyes. Aladdin had meant something to her. He would never be just a street rat who never amounted to anything. He felt that now he could die with some dignity.
Then Jasmine leaned in and kissed him on the lips. The sweet taste of Jasmine's lips lingered on Aladdin's, her intoxicating scent swam around him. He responded and kissed her back, wanting to hold her close but being restricted by his hands still shackled in chains to the prison wall. She caressed his cheek gently, looking deeply into his helpless brown eyes, and kissed him again before she straddled him and uncloaked herself from her commoner garb.
With nothing on underneath.
Aladdin's eyes widened at Jasmine's curvy, naked body. He didn't anticipate something like this happening. He had resigned himself to losing his head and that was it, but now...here was the princess. In all of her sensual glory.
"Wow....what did I do to deserve this? Do--do you do this for every wanted thief?" Aladdin said.
Jasmine just smiled. "I may not be able to get your freed, but I wanted to make it up to you." She nuzzled her head of silky black hair against Aladdin's bare chest and kissing her way down with her soft lips. "Just keep quiet," she softly said. "If Rasoul hears anything, I might get in as much trouble as you're in."
"I seriously doubt that," Aladdin said, swallowing hard as Jasmine ran her tongue back up his chest. They kissed again, and she brushed her rock-hard nipples against his. Aladdin groaned. She kissed him again, deeply, to keep him from making too much noise.
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