Agrabah Sunset {2/2}afterandalasiaMarch 9 2011, 19:44:45 UTC
Jasmine traced one hand across the base of his belly, just about his waistband. "You can," she replied.
She took hold of him tenderly, kissed him, peeled away both of their clothes and pressed herself into his body. Then, with warmth in her eyes, she dropped down to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her hand. The skin beneath, where his balls should have been, was smooth and shiny, like a fresh scar. Jafar's last gift.
At first he did not harden to her touch, but then she ran her hand along his shaft, teasing, fluttering fingers that rolled and flickered against his skin, up to tease against the head then sliding down again to the very base and the sensitive point there. Aladdin moaned, then looked down, surprised to see himself becoming harder in Jasmine's hand.
"But--" he said.
Jasmine looked up, placing one finger to her lips for a moment. They shone, as did the wicked look in her eyes, and he realised just what she intended as she took him in her mouth. Her tongue brushed against the underside of his cock, light at first, then harder with teasing strokes as her hand cupped his length. Aladdin found himself breathless, the warmth of her mouth and the clever work of her tongue making him weak at the knees.
When she finally broke away, she reached up to him, her bare breasts exposed to him, a shadow between her thighs where she knelt. "Come to me, Aladdin," she said.
He knelt, all but falling to his knees, reaching to kiss her mouth over and over again, aching for her. He took one breast in his hand, cupped it, shifting his hand to squeeze and massage her nipple and to hear her sigh softly against him. The other hand dipped lower, brushing against her belly and her thigh, the dark curls nestled between, then she playfully pushed him down onto the ground. Aladdin fell onto his back, sprawled, as Jasmine straddled him. Her beauty never failed to take his breath away; certainly not when she was naked in his eyes, the sunset painting her body with blushing light.
She caught his eye, smiled coyly, and placed her hands at her shoulders before running them slowly down her body. Over the curves of her breast, the slender line of her waist, down the front of her smooth thighs and then, with just one hand now, up between to toy with herself, hand tracing small circles. Aladdin's cock was just before her, fully hard now and standing proud of his stomach, the tip glistening. "Don't you still want this, Aladdin?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, throat dry.
She wrapped her hand around him again, rising up, then lowering her hips so that she enveloped him. He groaned at the warmth around him, trickles of fire running up and down his veins at the touch.
"You can still have it," she murmured; he could just about hear it through the pounding in his ears.
His hips rose to meet her thrusts, hands cupping her buttocks as they drew their bodies together, over and over. Somewhere he pushed her to the floor, pinning her down with his weight, with whispers of encouragement and pleasure on her lips as they found themselves again. Her back arched as she neared climax, she moaned his name, and then with a tumultuous shudder he felt her muscles tighten around him as she cried out. It was enough to tip him over the edge and he came as well, thrusting hard against her, then slipping into the glow of their aftermath breathless and with his hair damp against his forehead.
He fell beside her, her eyes still half-closed and a smile on her lips, and looked up towards the ceiling. Jasmine's fingers stole across his chest, caressing him gently, and then she tilted her chin to face him. "Come back, Aladdin," she whispered. "Come back to me."
"I think..." he replied slowly, "I may need a little more persuasion."
A smirk came to Jasmine's lips. "I think that can be arranged."
Re: Agrabah Sunset {2/2}guiltyhousewifeMarch 9 2011, 21:13:36 UTC
By virtue of the quality of your work here and your other, previous fills, I deem it immoral of you not to fill every single Aladdin-prompt on this site.
She took hold of him tenderly, kissed him, peeled away both of their clothes and pressed herself into his body. Then, with warmth in her eyes, she dropped down to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her hand. The skin beneath, where his balls should have been, was smooth and shiny, like a fresh scar. Jafar's last gift.
At first he did not harden to her touch, but then she ran her hand along his shaft, teasing, fluttering fingers that rolled and flickered against his skin, up to tease against the head then sliding down again to the very base and the sensitive point there. Aladdin moaned, then looked down, surprised to see himself becoming harder in Jasmine's hand.
"But--" he said.
Jasmine looked up, placing one finger to her lips for a moment. They shone, as did the wicked look in her eyes, and he realised just what she intended as she took him in her mouth. Her tongue brushed against the underside of his cock, light at first, then harder with teasing strokes as her hand cupped his length. Aladdin found himself breathless, the warmth of her mouth and the clever work of her tongue making him weak at the knees.
When she finally broke away, she reached up to him, her bare breasts exposed to him, a shadow between her thighs where she knelt. "Come to me, Aladdin," she said.
He knelt, all but falling to his knees, reaching to kiss her mouth over and over again, aching for her. He took one breast in his hand, cupped it, shifting his hand to squeeze and massage her nipple and to hear her sigh softly against him. The other hand dipped lower, brushing against her belly and her thigh, the dark curls nestled between, then she playfully pushed him down onto the ground. Aladdin fell onto his back, sprawled, as Jasmine straddled him. Her beauty never failed to take his breath away; certainly not when she was naked in his eyes, the sunset painting her body with blushing light.
She caught his eye, smiled coyly, and placed her hands at her shoulders before running them slowly down her body. Over the curves of her breast, the slender line of her waist, down the front of her smooth thighs and then, with just one hand now, up between to toy with herself, hand tracing small circles. Aladdin's cock was just before her, fully hard now and standing proud of his stomach, the tip glistening. "Don't you still want this, Aladdin?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, throat dry.
She wrapped her hand around him again, rising up, then lowering her hips so that she enveloped him. He groaned at the warmth around him, trickles of fire running up and down his veins at the touch.
"You can still have it," she murmured; he could just about hear it through the pounding in his ears.
His hips rose to meet her thrusts, hands cupping her buttocks as they drew their bodies together, over and over. Somewhere he pushed her to the floor, pinning her down with his weight, with whispers of encouragement and pleasure on her lips as they found themselves again. Her back arched as she neared climax, she moaned his name, and then with a tumultuous shudder he felt her muscles tighten around him as she cried out. It was enough to tip him over the edge and he came as well, thrusting hard against her, then slipping into the glow of their aftermath breathless and with his hair damp against his forehead.
He fell beside her, her eyes still half-closed and a smile on her lips, and looked up towards the ceiling. Jasmine's fingers stole across his chest, caressing him gently, and then she tilted her chin to face him. "Come back, Aladdin," she whispered. "Come back to me."
"I think..." he replied slowly, "I may need a little more persuasion."
A smirk came to Jasmine's lips. "I think that can be arranged."
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