The Needs of the People (Jasmine/Mozenrath, dub-con) (1/3)batmargFebruary 16 2012, 16:01:52 UTC
"I was raised a Princess, Aladdin. And a Princess knows that the needs of the people outweigh her own."
She does it with such grace. Part of him wants to be angry at her for it, angry at how calmly she takes the extended, gloved hand. But he cannot be, and cannot stop her, and Aladdin falls to his knees before the Palace gates as they close on him.
"You drive a hard bargain, Princess."
"Did you expect anything less?"
He smirks. How can he stand there and smirk at a moment like this? "Of course not."She dresses in red; she does not want to sully the memory of any of her other clothes. She had only kept these so that if she ever needed to feel the burn of anger, she could look upon them again. Now she slips the golden serpent around her arm and places the old earrings into her ears
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The Needs of the People (Jasmine/Mozenrath, dub-con) (3/3)batmargFebruary 16 2012, 16:04:14 UTC
Years cloistered in the palace have taught her, if nothing else, how to find her own pleasure. She gasps as her cool fingers toy with her skin, circles that wax and wane in pressure and send small shivers through her body. She tilts her head back with another soft moan, each breath becoming heavier and placed at a counterpoint to Mozenrath's breathless panting. She tilts her hand down and slides two fingers into herself, her wetness making it so easy, pressing in as deep as she can to feel that spot inside where the massage of her fingertips feels its best. The palm of her hand grinds against her, and her juices smear on her thighs as she fucks herself as deep as she can with her own hand
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Mozenrath/Jasmine
Bonus if Aladdin joins in.
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She does it with such grace. Part of him wants to be angry at her for it, angry at how calmly she takes the extended, gloved hand. But he cannot be, and cannot stop her, and Aladdin falls to his knees before the Palace gates as they close on him.
"You drive a hard bargain, Princess."
"Did you expect anything less?"
He smirks. How can he stand there and smirk at a moment like this? "Of course not."She dresses in red; she does not want to sully the memory of any of her other clothes. She had only kept these so that if she ever needed to feel the burn of anger, she could look upon them again. Now she slips the golden serpent around her arm and places the old earrings into her ears ( ... )
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