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Lonely Arabian
Night in Agrabah
Loneliness had
become an unwelcome companion in the frigid winter
nights of Agrabah. The days were still warm, but the desert cold
swept
through the palace with a viciousness that reminded Jasmine of
vizier
Jafar's smile.
Ex-vizier, she
reminded herself. He was a genie now, powerless and
buried hundreds of feet under the desert sand in his own cave
of
wonders, where she hoped he would stay for the next ten thousand
years.
She sighed and
wrapped her woolen cloak tighter about her, looking
out over the town where she had first ventured to find the man
of her
dreams, her beloved Aladdin. With the passing of her father,
however,
he had been named Sultan of Agrabah, and one of the consequences
of his
coronation was the slew of invitations to visit other Sultanates
and
confirm his position among them.
Not that there
was any chance of war. Agrabah was a comfortable
city that served its people well. Once, it had been an incredibly
busy
trading city along the profitable Myrrh Road, but the valley
to the
north had not seen rain in many years and the city there had
vanished
into the encroaching desert, taking the Myrrh Road with it. Agrabah's
charm along the Myrrh Road had been its powerful spring that
fed their
agriculture and kept them alive. Smaller now, poorer in riches
but
richer in spirit, Agrabah had become one of the most beautiful
and self-
sufficient sultanates in all of Allah's lands, but it possessed
little
that would lead another warlord against it.
Her hands were
freezing as she leaned against the painted stone
railing. She decided to go inside, closing the ornate door behind
her
and crossing the cold tiles to the fireplace, stoking it up to
great
warmth. Behind her she heard a soft shuffle as someone pushed
aside one
of the heavy winter tapestries that held warmth in her room from
fleeing
to the rest of the chilly palace. A low rumble told her who her
companion was, especially when he pressed his cold nose against
the back
of her neck. She turned around and grabbed the large tiger's
head in a
soft and friendly hug. "Oh, Rajah," she sighed softly.
"He's been gone
so long."
"Mrrrowl,"
Rajah agreed. He walked around to sit next to her
before the warm fireplace, curling up around her. A magnificently
muscled tiger, Jasmine often wondered if Rajah was entirely tiger
since
his stomach and rump looked more like that of a Cheetah or other
running
animal. "Murrrumm?"
"I know, he'll
be back soon," she smiled. "He took Carpet and Abu
with him, too. With father gone, it's just me and you here now.
None
of the servants really understand. He means the world to me,
Rajah, you
know that. I wish I had more people who really knew how I felt.
It
almost makes me wish Iago was around."
"Hrrrumph,"
Rajah snorted at the mention of the accursed parrot's
name.
"I know, he
was as evil as his master Jafar, but at least when I
talked to him he understood what I was talking about." She
sighed.
"I'm talking nonsense. Of course I don't wish either of
them back. I'm
glad they're gone for as long as we shall all live."
She crossed the
high-ceilinged room and crawled into her bed, too
much bed for just one person alone. Rajah walked over to where
his
sheepskin rug lay and pulled it in front of the fire with his
teeth,
determined to stay warm while he got some sleep.
Jasmine lay in
bed, trying to remember the feel of her beloved
Ali's body next to her own, his warming breath and his smooth
skin
sliding against hers. In her imagination he was just out of her
reach.
She could barely reach out and touch the ends of his silken hair.
She
had been so glad when he had given up wearing that stupid white
headpiece with the feather; his hair was one of his most beauteous
features.
Her hands ran slid
under the heavy linen bedding to touch her
belly, and she could remember the way his hands felt there, touching
her, caressing her softness. It wasn't at all like his. His skin
always felt smooth and dry, but underneath his stomach had been
tight,
strong. As were his limbs. She remembered their wedding night,
when
she had been so frightened. He hadn't been much better. But after
the
initial pain, when he had entered her, she had looked up into
his
worried face and held his powerful arms with her hands and told
him she
would be okay, he had smiled and they had made love as man and
wife
should. The happiness she had felt at their joining had caused
her to
cry afterwards for a long time. And he had been so worried!
Her fingers stroked
up along her ribcage and over her breasts. She
gasped softly as her own hands made small tremors of pleasure
run up her
spine. When he touched her breasts, he was always so gentle.
And his
eyes, they were always so full of mischief and happiness. Sometimes
he
was just like a child exploring a newly beloved toy.
As her fingers
caressed the dark skin along her collarbone and slid
back down the sides of her body, she wondered if she were ever
any
better. She knew that seeing him naked for the first time had
shocked
her. She hadn't been prepared for the size of his sex, completely
convinced that it would never fit within her own. Yet it had.
Her
hands passed over her hips and felt the soft whisp of hair between
her
thighs. The sensation of him within her had told her everything
she
needed to know about being a woman. And being Aladdin's. That
boyish
grin of his made her melt with need.
She spread her
legs a little wider as her fingers slid down over
her nether lips to caress between her thighs. She gasped to think
of
him, of the exploring they had done. He had always been so...
naive.
Yes, that had been on her initiative, to make love in places
other than
just the palace bedroom and in positions other than the obvious.
But
always for her the best was just to watch his face as he thrust
himself
within her, to feel his body atop hers and his sex within hers.
As she felt her
fingers touching within her own wetness, she
dreamed of his kisses on her lips, her throat, her breasts. Oh,
she
missed him. Her body missed him. Her fingers went deeper inside
herself as she tried to find the little clues that would bring
him back
to her completely. "Oh, Aladdin!" she gasped as a wave
of pleasure
broke over her.
She settled back
onto the bed. The needs of her body were a little
quieter now, but she knew she could never be fully satisfied
until her
Prince Aladdin was in her arms again. She felt desire still,
desire to
dream of him again, to caress herself again. "He had better
return
soon."
"Mrrrow?"
Rajah's voice asked from across the room.
"I'm just
talking to myself, Rajah. Missing my Prince."
Jasmine heard Rajah
shift his massive bulk as he stood up. The
tiger's body was silhouetted perfectly in the fireplace, and
Jasmine
found herself again admiring the giant tiger's beauty. Her first
and
still best friend, Rajah had always been there for her when she
needed
someone to cry with or to play with.
He crossed the
room and hopped up onto the bed. "Rajah!" she
gasped. "You know this bed isn't strong enough to hold you!"
"Rrrrowl,"
Rajah replied softly, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
She stroked his
neck softly. "You're so good to me, Rajah. You're
right. I don't care if the bed breaks."
Rajah curled up
next to her, separated by the covers. "Oh, you
silly tiger. Come down here inside and join me. You'll freeze
out
there away from the fire."
"Nnnrrow?"
"Come on,"
Jasmine insisted, holding the covers up. Rajah shifted
as she directed and she tossed the covers over him. She shifted
next to
him, taking advantage of his warmth. As always, she was immediately
impressed with his strength, but in some ways she was also attentive
to
his strength, not at all unlike Aladdin's. With Aladdin gone,
her
desire often rose to uncontrollable heights, and Rajah's presence
drove
so many memories within her that, despite her earlier dreaming
she knew
she wanted such caresses once again, even her own.
Practical to a
fault, Jasmine slid away from Rajah, trying to keep
her desires suppressed. She was not ashamed of her needs; to
her they
were signs of her love for Aladdin. She had not had them before
she met
the Prince her dreams had waited on. But she had no desire to
disturb
her life-long tiger friend. She knew that often her caresses
encouraged
her to shift in bed and to make soft noises.
But her body would
not be denied. Her hands found their way along
the soft curves of her body, and as she had known small whimpers
escaped
from her lips no matter how hard she tried to keep quiet. Her
passion
arose within her again, and her body trembled gently.
Rajah shifted in
his sleep; one of his rear paws pressed against
her ankle, and to her surprise a small thrill of mischievousness,
much
like the one that had originally led her to meeting Aladdin,
rang within
her soul. She turned her head to look at her tiger friend, and
was
shocked to find him looking at her, his head cocked slightly
to the left
and a gentle and friendly smile on his face.
Rajah lowered his
head and pressed his cool nose against her neck,
lowering slowly down until his rough tongue was pressing against
her
hardening nipple. "Rajah!" she gasped.
"Hrrru?"
the tiger replied softly, looking up with one eye open.
"What... Oh..."
She sat up suddenly in bed, giving him another
hug, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. "You're just
being a good
friend while Aladdin is gone, is that it?"
"Mmurr-hmmm,"
Rajah replied, his head bouncing slightly.
"Well, I guess
it's all right," she replied. "You've always been
my best friend." She lay back in bed and continued to stroke
her body.
Rajah softly nursed at one nipple, and she caressed the other
before
sliding her hands down between her parted thighs and playing
with her
warm sex. "Oh, Rajah, I miss him so," she gasped as
her slender fingers
caressed that one place that gave her such pleasure.
Her hands worked
faster, but Rajah had a different idea. The scent
of her sex attracted his nose, and he nudged her fingers out
of the way
as she caressed herself. "Rajah? What are you doing?"
As an answer, Rajah's
tongue struck out and slid along the length
of her sex. Jasmine gasped softly. "Rajah!"
A soft growl grew
in his throat, a soft purring sound as he pressed
his head between her legs, licking at her sex. "Yes,"
she moaned
softly. "Oh, Rajah, please!" she begged as the familiar
rise in
pleasure swept through her like a summer sandstorm. "Yes,"
she sighed
once more, reaching down to stroke Rajah's head and push him
away.
"That's enough, Rajah. Oh, you wonderful tiger, you!"
She reached up
and pushed him over. More accurately, he fell over and let her
hug him
tightly.
"Thank you,
Rajah," she sighed, kissing her friend under the muzzle
and scratching at his ears. She felt something bat against her
leg and
looked down. Rajah's sex was extended to full length, and she
realized
that he must have been excited by her writhing and her climax.
"Rajah,
have you ever mated?" she asked suddenly.
"Mmm-rrrr."
The tiger shook his head sadly.
"Would you
like me to find someone for you?"
"Yrrr?"
The tiger looked at her, confused for a second.
"Mmurr-urr," he replied after a moment, pressing his
nose to hers.
"Yes, I know
you have me, Rajah. That's not what I meant. I'm not
your mate. I'm not a tiger."
"Mrr?"
"So what?"
she repeated, angrily. "You've been my best friend for
so very long, Rajah. I am the Princess. You deserve everything
a
princess can do for you."
"Mrrrhurr?"
"Of course
I'd do that for you!" she replied, smiling. "I love
you, you silly tiger." She slid over, and again her leg
pressed against
his hardness. "In the meantime, let me give you what you
did for me,"
she continued, sliding down his body.
She was pleased
to see that Rajah's sex wasn't in proportion to the
rest of his body; in fact, it was smaller than her precious Aladdin's.
She slowly wrapped her slim fingers around it and began stroking
him
slowly. A loud purr rumbled through Rajah as her hand began stroking
him firmly.
She smiled at to
look at him pawing the air absently, his head and
shoulders pressed back against the bed. "Rajah?" she
asked softly.
"You used your mouth, didn't you?" She slowly lowered
her head to his
sex and kissed the tip of it gently. It tasted odd, a little
strong but
also pleasant, like wrapped fig leaves dipped in peppers. She
opened
her mouth and took it in, tasting it for the first time. Rajah
growled
loudly in appreciation.
Jasmine slowly
suckled Rajah's maleness, feeling his body grow
tense. She tried to continue, but her jaw tired quickly and she
returned to using her hands, stroking his sex and playing with
his
testicles gently, squeezing and coaxing.
Rajah erupted with
a roar, a thick white stream of fluid almost
spraying out across his stomach. "Rajah!" she gasped,
recognizing the
explosion for what it was.
"Mrrrrrii,"
he replied softly.
"That's all
right," she said stroking his chest with her hand. "I
hope you feel better now."
Rajah just nodded.
After they were
cleaned up, Jasmine again lay in bed and Rajah
retired back to his bedding by the fire. She curled up and went
back to
sleep.
Dawn was creeping
back into her windows, the air still cold with
the nights chill when she felt a hand upon her shoulder. "Jasmine?
Jasmine?"
She turned over.
"Aladdin!" she cried, pulling him down to the bed
with her. Despite all of the pleasures of the night before, nothing
fulfilled her as much as his presence. "I missed you so
much!"
"And I missed
you, my princess," he replied. She could feel his
hardness growing between his legs, pressing against her. Her
sex became
wet almost instantly; she felt her need become strong again.
She needed
to be filled with him, with her Aladdin.
"Please,"
she moaned, looking up at him, "Aladdin, take me."
"My pleasure,
my princess," he replied, tearing his tunic off and
tossing it aside. They tumbled down onto the sheets again, covering
themselves up against the cool morning. His body lighted her
passions,
and his need after having been away so long was powerful and
immense.
She parted her thighs; he drove his sex into her, filling her
and making
her his.
She looked up into
his eyes, his softly brown face with those
glorious pools of blue liquid eyes. He smiled down at her. "I
missed
you, Jasmine."
"And I missed
you, Aladdin. Oh, yes!" she gasped as he pressed
down fully. Their intimacies grew more passionate, his body thrusting
against hers, her legs wrapped around his hips and holding him
within
her. "Never let me go, Aladdin."
"I won't,
Jasmine, I promise."
"I trust you,
beloved," she whimpered as he thrust urgently against
her.
"I... I know!"
he gasped, his body shuddering in ecstasy as he
climaxed with in her, and her body responded with waves of pleasure
of
her own. "Oh, Jasmine."
After a while,
as they lay together under the sheets, Jasmine
whispered, "Ali?"
"Yes, beloved?"
"Don't be
angry with me, beloved, but I pleasured myself while
dreaming of you while you were gone."
Aladdin smiled.
"Why should I be angry, Jasmine? I know you love
me. If you wanted pleasure while dreaming of me, that only shows
how
you love me."
She hugged him
tightly. "Thank you, my prince."
He sighed and held
his wife closely. "You're welcome, my princess. |