Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (4/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:30:40 UTC
Encouraged, he stroked her - tentatively at first, fingertips feathering over the slit between her labia - then, as he heard the soft noises of pleasure rising from her throat, he grew bolder, dipping a finger into that slit, swirling it in the warm fluids of her body's arousal, and rubbing along the length of her vulva. Responding to the gasps and whimpers that his touches drew from her, Aladdin soon found her clitoris and concentrated his attentions on it, and every brush of his fingertips sent ripples of sensation through her body. In only a couple of minutes - though it seemed like an eternity for Jasmine, barred from acting but equally helpless to hide from what was happening - the muscles in her lower abdomen and thighs clenched, her back arched, and wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her body.
Aladdin met Jasmine's eyes. "How was that?" His voice was rough with arousal, but still a little uncertain.
Jasmine strained one last time against the magic that held her, knowing she would fail but unable to stop herself from trying. It's not supposed to happen this way! Please, Aladdin, see that it's not me! You have to... you have to...
"That was wonderful," her voice purred in response, and her legs spread farther for him. "Don't stop now."
Obligingly, he slid his finger down her vulva and pushed the tip gently into her opening, stopping at the first knuckle. It was warm and slick, and though it was narrow, the muscles there were relaxed after her orgasm, providing little resistance as he slipped his finger a little farther in. He pushed in as far as he could reach, let his finger slip out a little and pushed in again. His fingertip brushed against something inside her, sending aftershocks of sensation up through her stomach and down into her toes. Then he slid most of the way out. "Let me know if it starts to hurt, okay? I'll stop." When he saw her head nod, Aladdin pushed a second finger into her. He felt the resistance of her hymen against the backs of his fingers, but the web of skin was small and left most of her opening clear, and she was relaxed enough that he thought it might not even tear.
He thrust both fingers into her, watching her hands clench around fistfuls of bed-sheets and listening to the moans of pleasure that rose from deep in her throat. Her breasts heaved and bounced as her body writhed under his touch. All too soon, she saw him kneeling between her thighs, his erection held in the hand not inside her. "Are you sure about this, Jasmine? We don't have to do this unless you want to."
Oh Aladdin... If only you knew. If only I could reach you. I don't want this! Please, hear me!
"I'm sure," she heard herself say, "and I'm ready for you." Her hips wiggled suggestively at him.
Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (5/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:31:22 UTC
He returned the smile that she felt stretching her features. "That's all I needed to know." He slid his fingers out, and she felt the pressure against her opening as his penis pushed its way inside her. Even as relaxed and lubricated as her body was, it was larger than her fingers had been, and it met with some initial resistance. She felt his thumb tracing slow circles around her clitoris, and her pelvis angled up to receive him. He didn't simply thrust in; he kept up a slow, steady pressure against her vaginal opening, and gradually the head of his erection slipped inside her. It didn't hurt, precisely, though the feeling was strange and different; she felt stretched, as her body tried to accommodate the foreign object.
Inside her mind, something deep within Jasmine shattered.
Aladdin was careful, surprising even himself with the patience he showed. He inched slowly into her, watching her face closely for the slightest hint of pain or discomfort. His first gradual thrust only took him about halfway up his penis, before he pulled most of the way out and began again, trying to allow her to adjust to the sensation. His second thrust, only a little faster, took him all the way in. From the third thrust on, he began to build up speed, but still held onto enough caution to watch her reactions and try to make sure that he wasn't hurting her. His hands caressed her thighs, then clutched them against his sides as he approached his own climax. It didn't take him very long. Finally, he threw his head back as he thrust one last time into her, letting out a groan of pleasure as the warmth of his semen filled her.
Her eyes remained locked on him for the entire act, not blinking or looking away once.
Spent, he let himself fall to the bed beside her, and gathered her into his arms for a deep, loving kiss. "That was amazing, Jasmine. You are so beautiful. I love you."
Without warning, the spell dissolved.
Jasmine pulled away from Aladdin as though his touch burned her skin. She tried to stand, but her knees were too weak to support her, and she collapsed on the edge of the bed, wracked by sudden, choking sobs.
For a moment Aladdin was paralyzed with shock and confusion. Concern for his fiancee quickly won out, and he sat up, reaching out to her. "Jasmine? What's wrong? What did I do?"
Her shoulders shook with the force of her weeping, and her breaths came too rapidly as she struggled to regain enough control of herself to speak. "It... it wasn't me," she managed to gasp out. "He took control... of my body... some kind of spell... I couldn't -" She started to choke, and fought down the urge to throw up. It was several seconds before she could speak again. "I couldn't move or speak... he had control of me... told me he was going to..." This time she trailed off, clutching her upper arms as though she was cold. She simply sat there, facing away from Aladdin, staring at the floor and weeping quietly, for most of a minute before she found her voice again. "That whole time, it wasn't me. It was Jafar."
Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (6/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:31:54 UTC
Aladdin's first impulse, which he stifled with no little effort, was to leap up and run out the door to find Jafar and murder him. Not now, he told himself sternly, Jasmine is more important. "I... I'm so sorry, Jasmine. I didn't know, I promise you I didn't know. If I knew, I would never have -"
Only now did Jasmine turn to face him, her hair half-obscuring her face. Tear-tracks covered the parts of her face that he could see, and her nose was running. "I know, Aladdin," she said softly. "As much as I wanted you to see that it wasn't me, there was no way you could have known. He was too good. I wish I could've done something, fought him off somehow..." Her gaze dropped to the rumpled sheets between them.
"No, Jasmine, it wasn't your fault!" Aladdin reached out to touch her, to comfort her, but his hand jerked to a halt a few inches from her shoulder, when he saw her start to flinch away. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I want to do something, anything to make you feel better, but I don't know how, or if there even is a way. I'm so, so sorry..."
He started to pull his hand back, but she reached up and took it in hers, pulling it down to the surface of the bed. She still didn't raise her eyes to look at him; she stared at the sheets to one side of their clasped hands. "It's not your fault either," she whispered. "Jafar, he... he took something from both of us."
Aladdin brushed his thumb lightly across the back of her hand, trying to reassure her without making things worse with too much physical contact. "You don't need to worry about making me feel better right now. I just want to do whatever I can to help you. I just don't know what that is."
Jasmine sniffled a couple of times, and hiccuped, before she was able to speak. "I... I don't know either. But I want us to try to figure it out together."
Aladdin met Jasmine's eyes. "How was that?" His voice was rough with arousal, but still a little uncertain.
Jasmine strained one last time against the magic that held her, knowing she would fail but unable to stop herself from trying. It's not supposed to happen this way! Please, Aladdin, see that it's not me! You have to... you have to...
"That was wonderful," her voice purred in response, and her legs spread farther for him. "Don't stop now."
Obligingly, he slid his finger down her vulva and pushed the tip gently into her opening, stopping at the first knuckle. It was warm and slick, and though it was narrow, the muscles there were relaxed after her orgasm, providing little resistance as he slipped his finger a little farther in. He pushed in as far as he could reach, let his finger slip out a little and pushed in again. His fingertip brushed against something inside her, sending aftershocks of sensation up through her stomach and down into her toes. Then he slid most of the way out. "Let me know if it starts to hurt, okay? I'll stop." When he saw her head nod, Aladdin pushed a second finger into her. He felt the resistance of her hymen against the backs of his fingers, but the web of skin was small and left most of her opening clear, and she was relaxed enough that he thought it might not even tear.
He thrust both fingers into her, watching her hands clench around fistfuls of bed-sheets and listening to the moans of pleasure that rose from deep in her throat. Her breasts heaved and bounced as her body writhed under his touch. All too soon, she saw him kneeling between her thighs, his erection held in the hand not inside her. "Are you sure about this, Jasmine? We don't have to do this unless you want to."
Oh Aladdin... If only you knew. If only I could reach you. I don't want this! Please, hear me!
"I'm sure," she heard herself say, "and I'm ready for you." Her hips wiggled suggestively at him.
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Inside her mind, something deep within Jasmine shattered.
Aladdin was careful, surprising even himself with the patience he showed. He inched slowly into her, watching her face closely for the slightest hint of pain or discomfort. His first gradual thrust only took him about halfway up his penis, before he pulled most of the way out and began again, trying to allow her to adjust to the sensation. His second thrust, only a little faster, took him all the way in. From the third thrust on, he began to build up speed, but still held onto enough caution to watch her reactions and try to make sure that he wasn't hurting her. His hands caressed her thighs, then clutched them against his sides as he approached his own climax. It didn't take him very long. Finally, he threw his head back as he thrust one last time into her, letting out a groan of pleasure as the warmth of his semen filled her.
Her eyes remained locked on him for the entire act, not blinking or looking away once.
Spent, he let himself fall to the bed beside her, and gathered her into his arms for a deep, loving kiss. "That was amazing, Jasmine. You are so beautiful. I love you."
Without warning, the spell dissolved.
Jasmine pulled away from Aladdin as though his touch burned her skin. She tried to stand, but her knees were too weak to support her, and she collapsed on the edge of the bed, wracked by sudden, choking sobs.
For a moment Aladdin was paralyzed with shock and confusion. Concern for his fiancee quickly won out, and he sat up, reaching out to her. "Jasmine? What's wrong? What did I do?"
Her shoulders shook with the force of her weeping, and her breaths came too rapidly as she struggled to regain enough control of herself to speak. "It... it wasn't me," she managed to gasp out. "He took control... of my body... some kind of spell... I couldn't -" She started to choke, and fought down the urge to throw up. It was several seconds before she could speak again. "I couldn't move or speak... he had control of me... told me he was going to..." This time she trailed off, clutching her upper arms as though she was cold. She simply sat there, facing away from Aladdin, staring at the floor and weeping quietly, for most of a minute before she found her voice again. "That whole time, it wasn't me. It was Jafar."
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Only now did Jasmine turn to face him, her hair half-obscuring her face. Tear-tracks covered the parts of her face that he could see, and her nose was running. "I know, Aladdin," she said softly. "As much as I wanted you to see that it wasn't me, there was no way you could have known. He was too good. I wish I could've done something, fought him off somehow..." Her gaze dropped to the rumpled sheets between them.
"No, Jasmine, it wasn't your fault!" Aladdin reached out to touch her, to comfort her, but his hand jerked to a halt a few inches from her shoulder, when he saw her start to flinch away. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I want to do something, anything to make you feel better, but I don't know how, or if there even is a way. I'm so, so sorry..."
He started to pull his hand back, but she reached up and took it in hers, pulling it down to the surface of the bed. She still didn't raise her eyes to look at him; she stared at the sheets to one side of their clasped hands. "It's not your fault either," she whispered. "Jafar, he... he took something from both of us."
Aladdin brushed his thumb lightly across the back of her hand, trying to reassure her without making things worse with too much physical contact. "You don't need to worry about making me feel better right now. I just want to do whatever I can to help you. I just don't know what that is."
Jasmine sniffled a couple of times, and hiccuped, before she was able to speak. "I... I don't know either. But I want us to try to figure it out together."
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