Scourge {2/3}afterandalasiaDecember 13 2011, 22:14:44 UTC
"Well, your body seems to have no objections." She rested the tip of the knife blade against her lips, placing her left hand in the centre of her chest. It rose and fell with her breaths. Her eyes were on Aladdin's gaze as she moved her hand slowly down her body, over her stomach, sliding it down just beneath the waistband of her pants. He was breathing hard behind the handle of the whip, his cheeks growing flushed.
She leant closer, letting her knife fall against the centre of his lips instead.
"Do you like that, Aladdin? Does that turn you on?"
She removed her hand from her own pants and withdrew the whip from his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. As she turned away, she noted with a roll of her eyes that he was still talking; really, he was going to have to learn, or he would be no use even for a catamite.
With a stretch of her arms, she allowed the knife to clatter to the floor, winding up the whip and hooking it around her ponytail to keep it in place.
"Jasmine, please, listen to me--"
She unclasped her top and let it fall to the floor, heard him hiccough with desire. Bending over to remove her boots, through a sway of her hair she saw him watching her breasts. A smirk crossed her lips as she straightened up again and let her pants slip to the ground as well, the cool night air playing over her skin.
It had been a busy day, taking Agrabah, after all.
"You don't have to do any of this! Please, Jasmine, I'm sorry, sorry for whatever I've done!"
"What you have done," she says, turning back to face him, "is be weak, and uncertain. It is time to make your mind up, Aladdin. Are you loyal to me?"
He started to protest again; a second time, she backhanded him across the face, leaving his cheek so red that she could imagine it throbbing. She laid the same hand on his cheek, feeling him flinch, then laughed as she ran it down his chest. He was almost fully erect now, penis curving up slightly over its length, and he made an almost whimpering sound as she ran the tip of one finger along its underside.
"Or are you just too scared to defy me? Are you a coward, Aladdin?"
"No! Please, Jas- uh!"
She pressed her fingertip against the hole at the tip, feeling him twitch in arousal. "Or is it just that you would be willing to sell out Agrabah for the pleasure of your cock?"
He just groaned this time, and she let her fingers brush the dampness of his precome back down over his skin, his hips tilting up slightly towards her. She rolled the palm of her hand over the head of his cock, watching him gasp for breath.
"Jasmine, stop! You don't need-"
He cried out, quite inarticulately, as she tightened her grip fiercely over his cock, nails digging into his skin. The pain made him try to double over, pulling against his chains, as she hissed angrily at him.
"No, I do not need. But I want. And I shall have."
Releasing him, she strode round to the back of the pillar to which he had been tied, pulled the chain loose of the pin to which it had been attacked, and threw it down to ground level. Aladdin gave a cry, and she heard him hit the ground; by the time that she rejoined him, he was trying to rise to his feet once again.
She twisted one hand into his hair and pushed his head down, forcing him to the ground as she stood over him.
"Please," he whispered, and her lip curled in disdain.
"Fool," she sneered. "It never does to ask for things."
She bent from the knees, slowly lowering herself until she sat astride his lap, her hand still so tight in his hair that it left a pale line on his scalp. He was absolutely breathless, flushed, anger written across his face. Once again she wrapped her hand around his cock, gently drawing against his skin, feeling him grow harder still at her touch.
She raised her hips, reaching up with both hands to unwind the whip from her hair. He tried to turn his face away from her breasts, but she heard him groan even through her laughter, and as she lowered herself onto him he shuddered, not just from their union but from the leather which she now pressed to his neck, tilting his head back and making him gulp.
She leant closer, letting her knife fall against the centre of his lips instead.
"Do you like that, Aladdin? Does that turn you on?"
She removed her hand from her own pants and withdrew the whip from his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. As she turned away, she noted with a roll of her eyes that he was still talking; really, he was going to have to learn, or he would be no use even for a catamite.
With a stretch of her arms, she allowed the knife to clatter to the floor, winding up the whip and hooking it around her ponytail to keep it in place.
"Jasmine, please, listen to me--"
She unclasped her top and let it fall to the floor, heard him hiccough with desire. Bending over to remove her boots, through a sway of her hair she saw him watching her breasts. A smirk crossed her lips as she straightened up again and let her pants slip to the ground as well, the cool night air playing over her skin.
It had been a busy day, taking Agrabah, after all.
"You don't have to do any of this! Please, Jasmine, I'm sorry, sorry for whatever I've done!"
"What you have done," she says, turning back to face him, "is be weak, and uncertain. It is time to make your mind up, Aladdin. Are you loyal to me?"
He started to protest again; a second time, she backhanded him across the face, leaving his cheek so red that she could imagine it throbbing. She laid the same hand on his cheek, feeling him flinch, then laughed as she ran it down his chest. He was almost fully erect now, penis curving up slightly over its length, and he made an almost whimpering sound as she ran the tip of one finger along its underside.
"Or are you just too scared to defy me? Are you a coward, Aladdin?"
"No! Please, Jas- uh!"
She pressed her fingertip against the hole at the tip, feeling him twitch in arousal. "Or is it just that you would be willing to sell out Agrabah for the pleasure of your cock?"
He just groaned this time, and she let her fingers brush the dampness of his precome back down over his skin, his hips tilting up slightly towards her. She rolled the palm of her hand over the head of his cock, watching him gasp for breath.
"Jasmine, stop! You don't need-"
He cried out, quite inarticulately, as she tightened her grip fiercely over his cock, nails digging into his skin. The pain made him try to double over, pulling against his chains, as she hissed angrily at him.
"No, I do not need. But I want. And I shall have."
Releasing him, she strode round to the back of the pillar to which he had been tied, pulled the chain loose of the pin to which it had been attacked, and threw it down to ground level. Aladdin gave a cry, and she heard him hit the ground; by the time that she rejoined him, he was trying to rise to his feet once again.
She twisted one hand into his hair and pushed his head down, forcing him to the ground as she stood over him.
"Please," he whispered, and her lip curled in disdain.
"Fool," she sneered. "It never does to ask for things."
She bent from the knees, slowly lowering herself until she sat astride his lap, her hand still so tight in his hair that it left a pale line on his scalp. He was absolutely breathless, flushed, anger written across his face. Once again she wrapped her hand around his cock, gently drawing against his skin, feeling him grow harder still at her touch.
She raised her hips, reaching up with both hands to unwind the whip from her hair. He tried to turn his face away from her breasts, but she heard him groan even through her laughter, and as she lowered herself onto him he shuddered, not just from their union but from the leather which she now pressed to his neck, tilting his head back and making him gulp.
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