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A Whole Lewd World (Aladdin)
🕑 Added 2020-03-20 18:20:42 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Rough Sex, Loving Sex, Master/Slave
Summary: Based on this image. After Jafar's defeat, Jasmine ascends to the position of Sultan with Aladdin at her side. The two rule in earnest side by side, though Jasmine, with the royal blood, is the real power on the throne. However, she's also a hopeless submissive with a kink for slave play a mile long, so a day doesn't go by where Aladdin doesn't get to exercise some sort of control over her. Needless to say, they're both very happy with the arrangement.
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As he steps into their bedroom, the sight of her near takes his breath away. Only the fact that he’d known she would be waiting for him as she is now keeps Aladdin from stopping dead in his tracks and just… staring. Still, even as he maintains his composure, striding into the room and for all intents and purposes, seemingly ignoring her, he can’t help but reflect at how much things have changed for him in just a scant few months.
And all thanks to the magical lamp and the genie inside of it, as well. He’d thought that he could use Genie’s wishes to make all of his dreams come true, but in the end, all he’d done was cause a lot of problems, hadn’t he? Though at the same time, if not for Aladdin’s trouble making, surely all of Jaffar’s plans would have come to pass and things would be a lot worse off for everyone save for the evil, vile advisor.
Regardless, at the end of the day, Aladdin had used his last wish to set Genie free, just as he’d said he would. He didn’t need magical wishes anymore… not when all of his dreams had come true already. As it was, Jasmine had fallen in love with him, the real him, and they’d married. At the same time, Jasmine’s father, the previous Sultan, had seen fit to step down from his throne after the entire debacle with Jaffar.
Aladdin didn’t dare presume to understand the mind of a man like the Sultan, but he imagined after being mind whammied by Jaffar and having an advisor he’d trusted for years betray him as he had, the older gentleman was undeniably shaken. On top of that, Jasmine had been so damn beautiful, so awe-inspiring during the entire conflict. It made sense that she would be made Sultan, all in all. What didn’t make as much sense to Aladdin was that she allowed him to rule right alongside her.
Him, a common street urchin, elevated to a position of power and authority that he and those like him could only have ever dreamed of, really. It was… a lot, truth be told. Aladdin had never understood how much work went into running a kingdom like Agrabah. Or maybe it was Jasmine’s go-getter attitude and desire to make positive changes, combined with her kind heart, that increased their workload so much. For the few days Aladdin had been a Prince, he certainly hadn’t seen the previous Sultan doing nearly as much work as he and Jasmine had done these past few months.
Still, it was very rewarding work, that much was certain. And it led to nights like this one, did it not? A small smile flits across Aladdin’s face as he disrobes, removing most of his garments until he’s down to just his pants, his chest bared. He rolls his shoulders and pours himself a drink, before sitting down in a very comfy high back chair.
Only then does he acknowledge her. The extremely gorgeous woman in the room. There, at the foot of their bed, kneeling on a cushion… is Jasmine, Sultan of Agrabah. Though right now she’s not Sultan of anything. Right now, she looks much more like a pleasure slave. HIS pleasure slave. Aladdin licks his lips, even as he admires her. Noticing his gaze finally on her, Jasmine is quick to strike a pose, pushing out her chest and spreading her knees a bit to give him a better view of her gorgeous body.
She’s not entirely naked, of course, but the flowing silks she’s wearing don’t leave much to the imagination. Her outfit is, at it’s base, made to be an approximation of the outfit she’d wore when they’d first met all those months back. However, Princess Jasmine’s original outfit was not quite so… see-through. Her current clothes, if they can even be called that, leave nothing to the imagination because ultimately, one can see her entire body, even the parts that are ostensibly covered by the see-through silks.
As such, her breasts are on full display, her nipples visibly hard from his eyes on her. On top of that, down betwixt her thighs her pussy lips can be seen to be dripping wet as well. She wears a veil, but that veil does nothing to hide her ruby red lips as they curl into a seductive, coy little smile as she bats her eyelashes at him, looking ever so gorgeous.
Finishing the ensemble up are the marks of her servitude. There’s a golden collar around her neck which is in turn attached to a golden chain that travels over to a large ring held in the mouth of a stone tiger statue. Her arms are behind her back, likely locked there by the shackles around her wrists, connected by a small chain. And finally, there are similar shackles around her ankles, though for the time being, the gold anklets are not attached to anything.
She kneels on that cushion at the end of their bed, looking for all the world like his pleasure slave… and Aladdin can already feel himself growing very, VERY erect in his loose-fitting pants. It’s not long before he’s tenting them, and with his body having betrayed him, even if he kept his face completely calm, the young man sees no reason to wait any longer. He gestures to Jasmine, to his wife, and she moves to join him, having to shuffle across the floor on her knees.
This causes her chain leash to jingle, and her beautiful breasts to jingle, even as she makes her way over to him, coming to a stop only once she’s between his legs. She looks up at him, and Aladdin gives her a simple nod before pretending to go back to his drink and ignoring her. Leaning forward, Jasmine uses her teeth, delicately so, to pull back his pants until his cock springs free of its confines.
Surreptitiously, Aladdin watches her do this so that he knows the exact moment she slips his cock under her veil, the silk feeling quite good along the top of his member, and into her mouth. As she takes him, he manages to confine his response to a simple grunt, rather than the heartfelt groan that he wants to unleash.
This… all of this was for Jasmine, at the end of the day. Honestly, it still surprised him that out of the two of them, the sheltered Princess had proven to be the kinkier one in bed. Really, it didn’t make much sense. But truth be told, Aladdin would have been perfectly happy making love to Jasmine gently and slowly for the rest of his days. She was, hands down, the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, and he would gladly have spent his life worshipping her as a man should his wife.
But the newly crowned Sultan had had other ideas. She’d brought out the gold collar on their wedding night and told him what she wanted then and there. They’d had a lot of fun that night, and ever since, whenever Jasmine needed to really blow off steam, she would let him know she’d be waiting for her Master in their quarters, whenever he was ready.
Sometimes he made her wait, because he knew that she both loved and hated it. And he always tried to act the part of an indifferent, callous Master, because he knew it made her sopping wet. The thing was, Jasmine was an incredible ruler. She was a true Sultan, and Aladdin knew for a fact that he could never do as good a job as she could.
But when it came to their bedroom play, she was a hopeless submissive, the kind of woman who loved being treated like property, so long as it was the man she loved. And boy was she eager to please like this as well. Unable to help himself, Aladdin finally does let out a groan of pleasure as Jasmine bobs up and down on his cock enthusiastically, acting the part of the eager-to-please pleasure slave perfectly.
His own personal fuck toy… that was what she called herself at times. Aladdin couldn’t deny that he didn’t hate the idea.
“I’m getting close… slut. Swallow it all, so you don’t ruin your silks.”
Reaching out, he places a hand atop Jasmine’s head and steadily increases the pressure until he’s pushing her down his length. He really doesn’t like to hurt her… but he knows how she likes it all the same. Jasmine chokes and gags a little on his cock but takes the physical direction without complaint. A moment later, he’s cumming and watching as her cute little cheeks puff out and she swallows as much as she possibly can to avoid spilling a drop.
In the end, only the smallest trickle of his seed comes out of one side of her mouth. She swallows the rest, and when he eventually loosens the grip on her hair and allows her to pull back, he watches as her tongue slips out of her mouth beneath her see-through veil and licks up that bit of seed right on the spot. Aladdin’s cock twitches all over again at the lewd display, and truth be told, he’s already ready for a second round.
But then, so is Jasmine. His wife, or rather, his pleasure slave, has reassumed her original position right at his feet this time, her knees spread wide to show off her dripping cunt, and her chest jutting out, her rock-hard nipples poking through her sheer top. She looks at him with deep, doe-like eyes, clearly waiting for him to take charge… which of course, he does.
Grabbing hold of the chain attached to her neck, Aladdin uses it to tug Jasmine alone. She nearly falls flat on her face given her arms are still restrained behind her back, but he doesn’t let her, holding her up even as he makes her hurriedly shuffle over to their bed, where he drags her up. Only then does he let her fall flat on her face, planting her there really, which in turn causes her hips to rise in the air, her gorgeous, perfectly shaped ass jiggling and bouncing as she sways it back and forth for him to admire.
His cock, fully hard once more at this point, throbs with need, and Aladdin wastes no time in getting on the bed behind his fuck toy, grabbing her by her hips and yanking her back towards him a bit. For a moment, he just hot-dogs her silk-clad ass, enjoying the feel of the sheer bottoms she’s wearing wrapped around his dick, as well as her warm butt cheeks.
But they both know what they want, and what they want is the same thing. With a growl, Aladdin yanks Jasmine’s bottoms down to her knees, revealing her gorgeous behind in full, as well as her glistening cunt lips betwixt her caramel thighs. He’s inside of the Sultan-turned-slave a moment later, filling his wife with his cock and listening to her gorgeous moans fill the room as he begins to fuck her, right then and there.
Jasmine is as wet and tight as ever, that’s for sure, her cunt gripping down on his member, squeezing his length as hard as it can. Aladdin, not bothering to try and hide his reactions or maintain any sort of stoicism or disinterest at this point, tosses his head back and groans, thoroughly enjoying his beloved’s pussy walls as they clench and cling and squeeze down around his cock. She’s so very tight, and her cunt feels like it’s made for his cock, the perfect sheathe for his member.
Aladdin doesn’t let up for a second, knowing that Jasmine wouldn’t want him to stop or even slow down. Instead, he speeds up, growling as he gives it to her harder and faster by the moment, truly dominating her, fucking her helpless form right there on their bed. He eventually reaches around beneath her and grabs the sheer top covering her tits, yanking it away so that he can grab hold of her breasts directly.
Pulling her up a little bit off the bed as a result, Aladdin gropes and squeezes and all but mauls Jasmine’s chest, even as he continues to fuck her from behind, every thrust causing her gorgeous ass to jiggle and bounce from the motions. She’s all his right now, his property to do with whatever he likes. She belongs to him, in these moments, because that’s the way she wants it, that’s what she desires most from him in their bedroom play.
So that’s what Aladdin endeavors to give her, groaning as he speeds up his pace once more, before engaging in a bit of dirty talk he knows for a fact will get her going.
“That’s right, you slutty little minx. Your cunt belongs to me, doesn’t it? Your mouth and throat belong to me as well. This body is mine… all that you are is mine.”
He gives her ass a smack in the middle of his declaration, when he mentions her body. Jasmine, meanwhile, eats it all up and with a wanton cry, climaxes around his cock, orgasming on the spot as a result of his filthy language. Aladdin grins, even as her pussy walls tighten up like a vice around his member. A very soft, warm, wet vice at that. He keeps on her fucking her, keeps talking down to her, and keeps bringing her to orgasm for quite some time after that.
Eventually though, he cannot hold back any longer, and he ends up spilling his seed inside of her. That’s fine though, because they’re trying for a kid anyways. As his cum fills Jasmine’s womb, he wonders if this will be the time it will take. He hopes so… he wants nothing more than to raise a family with his beloved wife, nothing more than to have children with her that will carry on after they’re both gone.
As he pulls out of her creampied cunt, Aladdin lays down on the bed, and Jasmine collapses onto his chest, mewling and moaning and writhing all over the place. Grinning, he reaches behind her and pulls apart her wrist shackles, releasing her from that bit of bondage… but Jasmine makes no move to take any of it off, from the shackles on her wrists and ankles, to the collar around her neck. She simply presses closer into his side, hugging him and cuddling him even as Aladdin wraps an arm around her and does the same.
For now, she remains his perfect little pleasure slave, who’s done such a good job that she’s earned a night of rest at her Sultan’s side. A great honor indeed, to be sure.
