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A Feisty Form of Worship Pt. 4 (PJO/Aladdin)
🕑 Added 2020-12-12 00:28:28 +0000 UTC(Oops, this should have been up hours ago, my bad.)
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Themes: Bondage, Dom/Sub, Master/Slave
Summary: Part 4 of A Feisty Form of Worship. Based on this image. When Percy arrives in Agrabah and puts an end to Jafar's vile attempts at seizing power within a day, mostly by accident... the Princess can't help but be enamored with him. She sees in Percy a man who can finally give her the discipline she needs. Meanwhile, Chel is working off feelings and impulses that she only half-understands, if that. Still, Percy's High Priestess knows one thing for sure; everyone will be happy with the results.
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He hears moaning before he even reaches the Princess’ bedroom, and honestly… Percy isn’t even remotely surprised anymore. Arriving in Agrabah had certainly been a bit of an adjustment, but after traveling from El Dorado to Atlantis to Ancient China, Percy wasn’t shocked by anything any longer. A desert city? With a Sultan and a corrupt scheming Advisor, and a beautiful Princess to boot?
It was all becoming very apparently formulaic from what Percy Jackson could see. Whatever entity was sending him on this journey, they knew exactly what they were doing. These trips and where Percy landed were completely purposeful. But that didn’t mean Percy was just going to fuck off and ignore the situations he seemed to be constantly finding himself in.
Jafar, the Sultan’s Royal Advisor, had turned out to be quite the monstrous man, complete with magical mind control powers that Percy and his girls had luckily proven immune to. Now, Percy could understand why HE was immune. He wasn’t as sure about why the girls were all immune though…
Regardless, Jafar had tried to seize power, and Percy had put a stop to it. In exchange, the small, rotund, and incredibly grateful Sultan of Agrabah had announced that he and his companions were allowed to stay in the palace for as long as they like as recompense. Certainly, despite seemingly having no women around him save for his daughter, the Sultan had no issue with Percy’s burgeoning harem. The man had even called it that, outright!
Would he feel the same way if he knew the inevitable that Percy had come to accept by this point? Letting out a low sigh, shaking his head with a rueful smile, Percy pushes into the Princess’ quarters, not at all surprised by what he finds waiting for him. Well, in a general sense anyways. In a specific sense, he’s a LITTLE surprised by how it’s all set up.
The Princess’ pet tiger is nowhere to be seen, which is good because Percy has no desire to wrestle with a territorial predator today. Instead, what lies within her quarters is Princess Jasmine herself… and his self-proclaimed High Priestess, Chel. When Percy had received summons to the Princess’ quarters, he’d sort of expected something like this.
However, he’s a little surprised by just how Chel has prepared the beautiful Arabian Princess for him. Laid back on her bed of pillows and silks, Jasmine of Agrabah is currently clad in almost nothing. There’s a thin blue silken garment that’s draped over her splayed legs, but it’s not even doing it’s one job of covering her glistening wet pussy at the moment.
On top of that, up top all Jasmine is ‘wearing’ is rope. The glistening bronze rope, made of some soft, thin material from the look of things, is done up expertly. It frames her exposed breasts, while at the same time binding her arms behind her back. Honestly, Percy is half-wondering where the hell Chel found time to learn how to make such an expert piece of rope bondage, because Jasmine looks positively trussed up at the moment.
“Ah! Your Grace is here! Just in time too~”
Percy’s mouth quirks up at Chel’s formal form of address for him, even as the ‘High Priestess’ leans in close to Jasmine’s ear, whispering to the beautiful Princess as he approaches.
“Are you ready to give yourself to our Lord? Are you ready to submit to a True God?”
Flushed, biting her lower lip, Jasmine’s head jolts up and down as she stares at him eagerly.
“Y-yes…”
He can see her arousal from here, can scent it in the air. There’s no denying that Jasmine is incredibly turned on. But still, a part of Percy is a little taken aback. From what little he’d gotten to see of her before Jafar tried to put her and her father under mind control, Princess Jasmine was quite the spitfire. Where is THIS coming from, in the wake of all of THAT?
“Princess Jasmine… are you sure about this? You should know, as much as Chel declares me a god… my travel is not under my control. And each and every one of the women I’ve… laid with, has been brought along with me, outside of THEIR control.”
Chel is quick to tack on an addendum to that, murmuring in Jasmine’s ear.
“Not that any of us minded. In fact, Kida was to be Queen of all Atlantis… she’s much happier traveling by Percy’s side, just like Mulan and I are. Just as you will be as well…”
As Chel speaks, her tone so very enticing, almost hypnotic in a way, she runs her hands up and down Jasmine’s trussed up body, being behind the mostly naked Princess. Her fingertips play across caramel breasts and the Arabian woman lets out a throaty moan as she wiggles in Chel’s grip.
In regard to Mulan and Kida, Percy is a little surprised neither of them are here for this. But then, he HAD just woken up to a three-way blowjob from his current three traveling companions just this morning, which had turned into a Good Morning Foursome. The two other women were probably out at market, experiencing the sights of Agrabah as the Sultan’s Honored Guests, making the most of their time in this brand new place, before they and Percy were inevitably pulled along again.
With a sigh, Percy strips out of his clothes as he reaches the foot of the bed, climbing onto it and crawling over to Jasmine and Chel with his cock growing harder by the second, swinging back and forth between his legs. Jasmine’s eyes are immediately fixed on it, her tongue tracing out subconsciously to lick at her lips.
Coming to a stop, Percy very pointedly doesn’t touch the Princess, instead leaning back on his heels and staring down at her.
“Jasmine… I want to hear it from you.”
He wasn’t about to let Chel get away with coercing the woman, even if everything about this screamed informed consent. Something in him tells him that they wouldn’t be here in this time and place, with this particular Princess Jasmine, if she wasn’t fully on board and ready to go… but still. He wanted to hear it from here.
“I-I’ve never wanted to be a Princess. All my life, I’ve been trapped in this gilded cage. You’re not putting me in bondage, my lord… you’re freeing me from it.”
Pretty words, but Percy reaches out and flicks a finger through one of the ropes crisscrossing over Jasmine’s chest, the tip of his digit coming dangerously close to her sensitive breasts as she blushes profusely. He just raises an eyebrow, silently demanding more of an explanation. Before Jasmine can speak up, Chel does it for her, coming to her defense.
“Don’t judge her, my lord! I implore you… this is what she wants. YOU are what she wants!”
Blushing profusely, Jasmine nevertheless enthusiastically nods at Chel’s words. With a sigh, Percy brings his cock up to the Arabian Princess’ pussy lips. There’s something in the air, a certain energy that he can’t quite put his finger on. But if Jasmine wants this, and Chel is pushing for it so very hard… then fine, Percy will give them both what they want. After all, there’s no denying that he doesn’t want it just as badly.
As he slides into Jasmine’s slick wet cunt, finding it to be tight but inviting, groaning under the pressure of her gripping pussy lips, Percy wonders just when he became such a horndog. Really, it wasn’t like he’d set out to form a harem. But perhaps something was happening to him, something was changing. He wasn’t just gathering women, he was gathering power, wasn’t he? Chel was just an ordinary girl, but Kida was of the Lost City of Atlantis. Not HIS Atlantis, but still. And Mulan was a warrior as much as she was a woman.
Was Jasmine special as well, beyond simply being a Princess? Something told Percy she was. As he looks down into her face, which is contorting in pleasure even now, he can practically see her true potential, like a second vision coating the first. Jasmine… she’s right to want to come with him. She’s meant for so much more than being a Princess here in Agrabah.
Percy’s breath hitches, and he begins to fuck her a little faster. A grunt leaves his lips, even as a wanton moan leaves Jasmine’s. All the while, Chel is holding Jasmine from behind, murmuring something under her breath. She’s chanting, Percy realizes after a second. His High Priestess is chanting, like some sort of ritual, as he fucks and claims his latest conquest.
“Y-You’re so big, my lord! Please, fill me with your cock! Fill me with your seed!”
Percy grunts as Jasmine’s titillating voice fills the air. He grins, even as he gives her what she wants, splitting open her juicy wet pussy with his thick fat shaft, spreading her cunt lips wide and burrowing deep into her hungering twat.
“You have such a filthy mouth, Princess…”
Her eyes had nearly been rolled back in her skull from the pleasure, but as he speaks up, they snap forward again. She looks up at him, and her eyes almost seem like they’re glowing. For a split second, Percy worries that she’s still under Jafar’s control somehow… but no, the red of Jafar’s mind control isn’t what he’s seeing. Instead, what he’s seeing is a growing golden glow in both Jasmine’s eyes… and Chel’s.
“O-Only for you, my lord… my Master! Claim me, please! I beg of you, make me yours! Take me and do as you like with me!”
The self-proclaimed High Priestess reaches around Jasmine’s body and grabs her tits as Jasmine calls out to him, pressing her own cheek into Jasmine’s cheek. Grinning up at him, Chel licks her lips vivaciously… and Percy realizes in that moment that his own eyes must be glowing golden too. He can see the light in the shadows of their faces, these two beautiful, dusky-skinned women that are so thoroughly submitting to him.
Jasmine suddenly cries out and orgasms around his cock, and Percy lets out a grunt, sent right over the edge as well. It’s as she’s milking him of his seed and Chel is still chanting under her breath that it finally happens. Whatever this is that all of this has been building up to…
Bands of light coalesce in the air around them, more specifically around Jasmine. They form into solid gold, glowing with energy, before ultimately descending upon the trussed up Princess’ body. A cry of ecstasy and pleasured bliss spills forth from the Princess’ lips as they lock around her ankles, around her wrists. Finally, the last of the golden bands locks around her neck, a collar that will force her to keep her neck practically straight at all times.
Her back arches and she positively SCREAMS as she cums around his cock even harder than before. Percy is still finishing blowing his load inside of the Princess, but he’s also busy with the sensations he’s now feeling. It goes so far beyond fucking that he’s struggling to even comprehend what just happened.
It slowly becomes apparent to him though, as if he was MEANT to know, as if whatever mysterious force was using him as its tool wanted to make sure he was aware of what had just happened. Princess Jasmine would most definitely be coming with them, when they inevitably left Agrabah to continue on their impromptu and involuntary travels.
She wasn’t just the newest member of the harem… she was now a bonafide, freshly made Genie, tied specifically to Percy’s burgeoning divine essence. They were bound together now, the two of them, but it went beyond that, so far beyond that. Percy’s side of the binding was much laxer, much more… controlling. Jasmine’s, however, was firmed up. He was in charge of her, and there was no getting around that now.
And yet, as they both look into each other’s eyes, the golden glow now clearing up, the two of them knowing exactly what they are to one another now, Jasmine doesn’t look upset or outraged. Instead, the Arabian woman seems almost relieved. And to Percy’s mild surprise, he can feel why through their connection. With this, he can’t abandon her, no matter what. She’ll be by his side forever, finally free of her gilded cage.
Privately, Percy wonders if one day she might come to regret this, and even resent him for it. But they’ll cross that bridge when they come to it. If any of his… harem ever want to leave, Percy likes to think he would move heaven and earth to find a way for them to get out. And given his current circumstances, that was exactly what he’d probably have to do.
But for now, the former Princess of Agrabah looks positively thrilled with her new position as his pet genie. Chel looks absolutely chuffed as well, his self-proclaimed High Priestess beaming as she pulls Jasmine away from his cock and then the two of them get on their hands and knees.
As they begin to clean him off with their tongues, the gorgeous dusky-skinned beauties working over his messy cock with their mouths, Percy lets out a contented sigh, while also acknowledging internally that he probably can’t call Chel ‘self-proclaimed’ any longer. Sure, it’s true… but it also insinuates a certain level of… well, inauthenticity, doesn’t it?
And at this point, it’s obvious that there’s nothing inauthentic about Chel’s connection to him as the first among his harems. If she sees herself as his High Priestess, then she very likely is his High Priestess in this new religion cropping up around his deification. Traveling from world to world, collecting these women, Percy knows he’s leaving his mark on the places they leave behind at the same time. He’s starting to be able to feel their worship, the few among those peoples who decided he was worthy of prayer, and who in turn passed along knowledge of him to others.
Things were beginning to get… serious with this latest acquisition. Percy couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen next.
But for the time being, he settles in and enjoys the mouths of his High Priestess and his Genie, even as he reaches over them both to grab and squeeze at their gorgeous, wiggling caramel asses to his heart’s content.
All’s well that ends well… for now.
Comments
Cambrian
Kida and Mulan were both enjoying the city a little bit. I don't like to overcrowd a scene TOO much.
Connor Dutton
Where was Kida in this?
