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storypaint) wrote2009-01-28 11:01 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-28 11:01 pm
And I'll Bite It Off (Jafar/Jasmine)
Title: And I'll Bite It Off
Length: 430 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VII: Aladdin, Jasmine/Jafar, she's a fast learner
Pairing: Jafar/Jasmine
Other: R for sex, blood; AU
Excerpt: She's a fast learner, which isn't something he expected from someone as prim as Princess Jasmine. Not that Jafar minds. Obviously she understands enough of self-preservation to do as told.
She's a fast learner, which isn't something he expected from someone as prim as Princess Jasmine. Not that Jafar minds. Obviously she understands enough of self-preservation to do as told.
He screws her a lot, in as many positions as he can think of. He has studied erotic illustrations in his space time, and he has plenty of scholarship to share.
She doesn't even cry anymore, most of the time.
The self-declared sultan of Agrabah takes audiences once a week on Wednesday mornings, his consort at his side. The word has gotten around that Jafar has some sort of power at his disposal, something greater than politics and the military. No one comes before the throne with words of dissension or rebellion.
(He doesn't let the genie out often, saving his last wish. The genie sleeps so that he doesn't have to think, his dreams claustrophobic.)
The disputes are generally easy to solve. Dismissing the supplicants, Jafar leans back against the throne and sighs in boredom. Ultimate power is as awesome as he thought it would be, but not all of the time.
"Pleasure me," he says to the woman at his side. Eyes downcast, Jasmine kneels before him, lifting his robes. He shuts his eyes and leans back as her fingers caress him. She knows what he likes. After a moment, he cracks an eyelid and motions the guards away.
The door shuts behind them and she pauses in her ministrations. He thrusts his hips forward, irritated, and she takes him in her mouth, her tongue an apology.
It doesn't take long; he comes with stars breaking behind his eyes, and the moment that he does, she stabs him with the dagger she had concealed in her top. Blood pumps from his thigh and he shouts in rage, but there is no one to hear.
She climbs onto his lap, pressing him into the seat in a mimic of intercourse, watching the light fade from his eyes. The blood drips down her legs, pressing the silks into her skin, and she lets it soak her clothing and her slippers.
When he is dead, she gets up and strides out onto the balcony. She gives a low whistle and there's Carpet, where it has promised to wait. She hates to soak it with her crime, but she has to get away before the guards come back. She promises herself that she'll wash it later.
The genie's lamp is warm against her skin and the blood dries until it itches, as Jasmine leaves Agrabah.
Length: 430 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VII: Aladdin, Jasmine/Jafar, she's a fast learner
Pairing: Jafar/Jasmine
Other: R for sex, blood; AU
Excerpt: She's a fast learner, which isn't something he expected from someone as prim as Princess Jasmine. Not that Jafar minds. Obviously she understands enough of self-preservation to do as told.
She's a fast learner, which isn't something he expected from someone as prim as Princess Jasmine. Not that Jafar minds. Obviously she understands enough of self-preservation to do as told.
He screws her a lot, in as many positions as he can think of. He has studied erotic illustrations in his space time, and he has plenty of scholarship to share.
She doesn't even cry anymore, most of the time.
The self-declared sultan of Agrabah takes audiences once a week on Wednesday mornings, his consort at his side. The word has gotten around that Jafar has some sort of power at his disposal, something greater than politics and the military. No one comes before the throne with words of dissension or rebellion.
(He doesn't let the genie out often, saving his last wish. The genie sleeps so that he doesn't have to think, his dreams claustrophobic.)
The disputes are generally easy to solve. Dismissing the supplicants, Jafar leans back against the throne and sighs in boredom. Ultimate power is as awesome as he thought it would be, but not all of the time.
"Pleasure me," he says to the woman at his side. Eyes downcast, Jasmine kneels before him, lifting his robes. He shuts his eyes and leans back as her fingers caress him. She knows what he likes. After a moment, he cracks an eyelid and motions the guards away.
The door shuts behind them and she pauses in her ministrations. He thrusts his hips forward, irritated, and she takes him in her mouth, her tongue an apology.
It doesn't take long; he comes with stars breaking behind his eyes, and the moment that he does, she stabs him with the dagger she had concealed in her top. Blood pumps from his thigh and he shouts in rage, but there is no one to hear.
She climbs onto his lap, pressing him into the seat in a mimic of intercourse, watching the light fade from his eyes. The blood drips down her legs, pressing the silks into her skin, and she lets it soak her clothing and her slippers.
When he is dead, she gets up and strides out onto the balcony. She gives a low whistle and there's Carpet, where it has promised to wait. She hates to soak it with her crime, but she has to get away before the guards come back. She promises herself that she'll wash it later.
The genie's lamp is warm against her skin and the blood dries until it itches, as Jasmine leaves Agrabah.
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(Anonymous) 2009-10-04 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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Guh! I love this too.