Title: Soiree Word count: ~1300 Notes: this is more relationship-y than smutty. Hope that is alright, prompt poster! *** It was a regular Friday evening. They were coiled together in their reptile forms, enjoying the feel of slick, black magic coating their scaled skin. It was their favourite thing to do as a couple, just rub and slither around and around in complex knots, occasionally baring fangs or in Mal's case, flutter her leather wings as a sign of pleasure. Usually Mal loved this, but tonight of all nights, she felt bored. She sighed.
”My vicious queen, why so gloom? It is the dark moon, your favourite time,” Jafar asked, his voice a distorted hiss. Slowly he moved up and around her dragon body, until he was eye to eye with her. His tail was entwined with hers, the black magic pooling heavy and fragrant between their joined bodies. ”You didn't even torture the innocents tonight. I'm worried,” he added.
”Ah, my baleful lover, I am merely bored. We torture the innocents all the time. So tedious,” Mal said, her venomous fire illuminating Jafar's black and red scales with stark green contrast. Jafar shuddered in pleasure.
”Hm... Would you like to fly to the mortal world, see if there is any interesting people doing entertaining deeds? Remember, last time we found that man, cutting up whores and eating their livers for breakfast? You liked that.”
”Asch, the mortal coil, what do I care if the little insects live or die?”
“What would brighten your mood, my glorious dark queen? Hm? Tell me, and I will see it done,” Jafar said, tightening his constrictive hold around her frame, making sure to cause bone crunching pain. It was her turn to shudder in pleasure.
“Anything?” Mal hissed and foolishly Jafar agreed.
*** “A woman is truly the greatest form of evil there is, Iago! She will crush you, tear your soul and spit on the remains!”
“What did the bitch do this time?” Iago asked, perched on Jafar's shoulder. Personally Iago thought those two truly deserved each other, but then again, their relationship troubles had a tendency to spill on the hired help. Most of the times he and Diablo cleared out of the way from the first sign of disequilibrium. This time, he hadn't been fast enough.
“She wants to add flavour to our relationship! Flavour! Can you believe the nerve on that whore!”
“Uh, sure, so...Why are we travelling to the Underworld?”
“She had a very distinctive flavour in mind, that's why. And I have to go and discuss this matter over with him, and I loathe that man! He and his... Stupid black smoke! Who uses black smoke any more anyway, it is so done to death in the villain scene!”
Iago noticed the look of murderous rage in his Jafar's eyes and wisely decided to keep his peak shut. Not that he understood what Hades had to do with anything, but then again, what did he know about the mind of women? Maybe these relationship issues were best left on humans to solve, or in this case, in the hands of the Lord of Underworld. Diablo would definitely have a hearty squawk about this, he had a strange sense of humour. Iago let out a little whistle, and hoped he would make it alive. It would be touch and go, he just knew it.
Mal poured the blood of a virgin into a silver chalice, added a quarter of vodka and then mixed the liquid with a stick of cinnamon. She took a little taste, then walked over at Jafar and offered him the chalice. “Taste this, lover. Does it need a pinch of salt?”
“Hmph. There is a funny after taste in that virgin. Are you sure it's fresh?” Jafar asked after taking a sip of the cocktail. He was sitting in the armchair, wearing his smoking jacket and reading the day reports of the mortal worlds.
“Ah well, she might have given a few hand jobs, but in strict sense she was the real deal. You don't like it?” Mal enquired with a mockingly sweet smile, holding the chalice in her hands. Jafar just grunted in reply. “Don't be a sour puss, dear. We are expecting company! This will be fun, I promise,” Mal said.
“Fun for you, I'm sure. I'm more concerned with my fun, you understand,” Jafar said with a grim tone. He was not as excited about this as Mal was. She had dressed up for the occasion, in black lace and deep purple satin. She looked absolutely stunning and Jafar wanted nothing more than just throw her on the bed and spent the evening ravishing her in every possible and impossible way he could think off.
“Oh my wicked prince... You will have your fun, trust me,” Mal purred, placing the cocktail chalice away to the side table and sitting squarely on his lap, pushing the scrolls away. She kissed him deeply, one hand around his neck, another slipping inside his pants, all the while writhing in his lap. It was no trick at all to get Jafar turned on with this manoeuvre, and Mal knew it full well. “Hmm...I'm starting to feel your fun, darling.”
“Why don't you feel it a bit more thoroughly?” Jafar suggested, stroking her breast that was so readily there, pushed up by the satin corset. Her skin smelled like dead flowers, black magic and blood. It was a heady mixture and Jafar inhaled it greedily.
“But dear, the company... It is rude to start the party without the guest here!”
“His loss is my gain,” Jafar said, sliding his hand up and down her stocking covered thigh. Mal laughed low, leaning to kiss him again.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind and the room was illuminated with flickering turquoise flames. Hades appeared with a flash and stood there in the middle of the room, just posing for a moment.
“Dear friends! I can see that you have not wasted any time to get this party going! Good thing I came with my party mood already attached, sorry about the pun!” Hades said, and smirked.
“That doesn't even make sense,” Jafar muttered coldly, gripping Mal's waist tighter. His hands just itched from the desire to grab his staff and just blow this son of a bitch into the furthest end of the known world. But of course that would do no good, since the annoying bastard knew teleportation. Jafar hated that skill, mainly because he had never gotten the hang of it.
“Jafar! So nice for you to invite me, and Maleficent, sweetie, you look scorching hot and I do mean it literally!”
Mal bounced to her feet, giddy as a school girl about to be gutted, and flung her arms around Hades' neck. Jafar just stared at them and reached for the cocktail chalice. The blood and sharp bite of vodka felt wonderful rolling down his throat. Jafar watched gloomily when Hades wrapped his arms around Mal's waist and pulled her close. Too close for Jafar's liking. He knew he was about to light up in flames, but really, against Hades show-offish flame popping, that was fine.
“Dear lady, it seems that your man is about to burst. Not that I don't find that entertaining, mind you, but if he is already at the edge, what there is to do for the rest of the evening?” Hades muttered to Mal's ear as he trailed kisses at the elegant curve of her long neck.
“Hades, don't you know that jealousy is the flavour of the day? You are the one that we need to light our fire, sorry about the pun,” Mal muttered back, writhing very dramatically against him, just to make sure that Jafar was paying attention. Behind her back there was a hot swoosh of fire, when Jafar just lost it and blazed without thinking. Mal giggled against Hades. “See? This is going to be a wonderful evening! I'm so glad you could come.”
Word count: ~1300
Notes: this is more relationship-y than smutty. Hope that is alright, prompt poster!
***
It was a regular Friday evening. They were coiled together in their reptile forms, enjoying the feel of slick, black magic coating their scaled skin. It was their favourite thing to do as a couple, just rub and slither around and around in complex knots, occasionally baring fangs or in Mal's case, flutter her leather wings as a sign of pleasure. Usually Mal loved this, but tonight of all nights, she felt bored. She sighed.
”My vicious queen, why so gloom? It is the dark moon, your favourite time,” Jafar asked, his voice a distorted hiss. Slowly he moved up and around her dragon body, until he was eye to eye with her. His tail was entwined with hers, the black magic pooling heavy and fragrant between their joined bodies. ”You didn't even torture the innocents tonight. I'm worried,” he added.
”Ah, my baleful lover, I am merely bored. We torture the innocents all the time. So tedious,” Mal said, her venomous fire illuminating Jafar's black and red scales with stark green contrast. Jafar shuddered in pleasure.
”Hm... Would you like to fly to the mortal world, see if there is any interesting people doing entertaining deeds? Remember, last time we found that man, cutting up whores and eating their livers for breakfast? You liked that.”
”Asch, the mortal coil, what do I care if the little insects live or die?”
“What would brighten your mood, my glorious dark queen? Hm? Tell me, and I will see it done,” Jafar said, tightening his constrictive hold around her frame, making sure to cause bone crunching pain. It was her turn to shudder in pleasure.
“Anything?” Mal hissed and foolishly Jafar agreed.
***
“A woman is truly the greatest form of evil there is, Iago! She will crush you, tear your soul and spit on the remains!”
“What did the bitch do this time?” Iago asked, perched on Jafar's shoulder. Personally Iago thought those two truly deserved each other, but then again, their relationship troubles had a tendency to spill on the hired help. Most of the times he and Diablo cleared out of the way from the first sign of disequilibrium. This time, he hadn't been fast enough.
“She wants to add flavour to our relationship! Flavour! Can you believe the nerve on that whore!”
“Uh, sure, so...Why are we travelling to the Underworld?”
“She had a very distinctive flavour in mind, that's why. And I have to go and discuss this matter over with him, and I loathe that man! He and his... Stupid black smoke! Who uses black smoke any more anyway, it is so done to death in the villain scene!”
Iago noticed the look of murderous rage in his Jafar's eyes and wisely decided to keep his peak shut. Not that he understood what Hades had to do with anything, but then again, what did he know about the mind of women? Maybe these relationship issues were best left on humans to solve, or in this case, in the hands of the Lord of Underworld. Diablo would definitely have a hearty squawk about this, he had a strange sense of humour. Iago let out a little whistle, and hoped he would make it alive. It would be touch and go, he just knew it.
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“Hmph. There is a funny after taste in that virgin. Are you sure it's fresh?” Jafar asked after taking a sip of the cocktail. He was sitting in the armchair, wearing his smoking jacket and reading the day reports of the mortal worlds.
“Ah well, she might have given a few hand jobs, but in strict sense she was the real deal. You don't like it?” Mal enquired with a mockingly sweet smile, holding the chalice in her hands. Jafar just grunted in reply.
“Don't be a sour puss, dear. We are expecting company! This will be fun, I promise,” Mal said.
“Fun for you, I'm sure. I'm more concerned with my fun, you understand,” Jafar said with a grim tone. He was not as excited about this as Mal was. She had dressed up for the occasion, in black lace and deep purple satin. She looked absolutely stunning and Jafar wanted nothing more than just throw her on the bed and spent the evening ravishing her in every possible and impossible way he could think off.
“Oh my wicked prince... You will have your fun, trust me,” Mal purred, placing the cocktail chalice away to the side table and sitting squarely on his lap, pushing the scrolls away. She kissed him deeply, one hand around his neck, another slipping inside his pants, all the while writhing in his lap. It was no trick at all to get Jafar turned on with this manoeuvre, and Mal knew it full well. “Hmm...I'm starting to feel your fun, darling.”
“Why don't you feel it a bit more thoroughly?” Jafar suggested, stroking her breast that was so readily there, pushed up by the satin corset. Her skin smelled like dead flowers, black magic and blood. It was a heady mixture and Jafar inhaled it greedily.
“But dear, the company... It is rude to start the party without the guest here!”
“His loss is my gain,” Jafar said, sliding his hand up and down her stocking covered thigh. Mal laughed low, leaning to kiss him again.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind and the room was illuminated with flickering turquoise flames. Hades appeared with a flash and stood there in the middle of the room, just posing for a moment.
“Dear friends! I can see that you have not wasted any time to get this party going! Good thing I came with my party mood already attached, sorry about the pun!” Hades said, and smirked.
“That doesn't even make sense,” Jafar muttered coldly, gripping Mal's waist tighter. His hands just itched from the desire to grab his staff and just blow this son of a bitch into the furthest end of the known world. But of course that would do no good, since the annoying bastard knew teleportation. Jafar hated that skill, mainly because he had never gotten the hang of it.
“Jafar! So nice for you to invite me, and Maleficent, sweetie, you look scorching hot and I do mean it literally!”
Mal bounced to her feet, giddy as a school girl about to be gutted, and flung her arms around Hades' neck. Jafar just stared at them and reached for the cocktail chalice. The blood and sharp bite of vodka felt wonderful rolling down his throat. Jafar watched gloomily when Hades wrapped his arms around Mal's waist and pulled her close. Too close for Jafar's liking. He knew he was about to light up in flames, but really, against Hades show-offish flame popping, that was fine.
“Dear lady, it seems that your man is about to burst. Not that I don't find that entertaining, mind you, but if he is already at the edge, what there is to do for the rest of the evening?” Hades muttered to Mal's ear as he trailed kisses at the elegant curve of her long neck.
“Hades, don't you know that jealousy is the flavour of the day? You are the one that we need to light our fire, sorry about the pun,” Mal muttered back, writhing very dramatically against him, just to make sure that Jafar was paying attention. Behind her back there was a hot swoosh of fire, when Jafar just lost it and blazed without thinking. Mal giggled against Hades. “See? This is going to be a wonderful evening! I'm so glad you could come.”
“Anytime, dear lady. Anytime at all.”
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