Chapter 1: Climax
With a titanic effort that made the veins in her neck bulge and ache, Jasmine forced her head to remain still. She knew Jafar would reinsert himself in short order if his cock were to slip out but the thought of parting with it for even those scant few seconds was more than she could bear. Fighting every instinct that screamed at her to clamp down on the shaft and never let go, Jasmine relaxed her mouth and throat, allowing him to thrust still deeper into her.
“You did reasonably well in the throne room, especially for your first time,” Jafar said, punctuating each word with a thrust that caused the head of his cock to slam into the back of her throat, causing her to gag. “But you still have much to learn. For one, never neglect the family jewels.”
He slowed his thrusting for a moment, altered the angle of his body slightly then resumed his previous pace. His new position caused said jewels to collide with Jasmine’s face each time he impaled her mouth with his shaft. Whether or not she understood or could even hear him was of little importance. Jafar had long come to the conclusion that it was never enough to simply defeat an enemy. Far better to tear them down piece by piece then rebuild them into one’s faithful servant.
While it wasn’t time to admit it but Jasmine more than made up for whatever technical skills she lacked with ravishing beauty and sheer enthusiasm. He was confident that, in time, she would become one of the finest fellatio artists to ever drop to their knees. But even at this early stage in her training, there was much pleasure to be had.
Above her, Jafar’s moans and gasps grew urgent, his thrusting faster, harder, deeper. His cock began to swell and pulse, stretching the back of her throat. His balls, which had slapped against her chin with every thrust began to recede. Jasmine’s eyes bulged in a combination of horror and desperate longing, knowing full well what was coming and that she could neither stop nor hasten it. Helpless, bound, and used, there was nothing she could do but wait.
“This,” Jafar gasped, thrusting madly, his pleasure building and building to its peak, “is what defeat tastes like, pussycat.”
A final thrust buried the head deep of Jafar’s cock in her throat as he came, shooting his load down her throat, and she swallowed around him, milking him for all she could get. It tasted both sweet and salty, with an undercurrent of bitterness and an indefinable element that was both unmistakably male and overwhelmingly Jafar.
Jasmine swallowed it down, her body convulsing as she came again, her orgasm fueled by the taste of him and the sheer humiliation of being used so thoroughly.
Jafar continued to grind into her throat, milking every last drop from his cock, until he finally pulled out with a pop.
He stepped back, his chest heaving, and looked down at her with a cruel smile. "Good girl," he said, tucking his cock away. "You've learned your first lesson well."
Jasmine panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was a mess of sweat, saliva, tears, and cum,
but she didn't care. She felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt before. Jafar's cock had filled her completely, stretching her mouth and throat to their limits, and she had loved every fucking second of it.
Jafar, still smirking, reached down and grabbed Jasmine by the hair, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled, her legs wobbly and unsteady, but he held her up, his grip tight. "You liked that, didn't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Jasmine glared up at him, her eyes blazing with hatred and defiance. " Fuck you," she spat, her voice hoarse from the recent abuse of her throat. "If it wasn't for the Genie's magic making me want you, you'd never be able to make me cum," Jasmine snarled.
Jafar threw back his head and laughed. "I will enjoy proving you wrong at a later date," he replied, his voice dripping with malice. "But right now, I'm going to fuck you until don't remember your own name."
He reached behind her head and grasped a fistful of her hair, twisting it painfully. "And then I'll keep fucking you until I'm satisfied ," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Now, get on your knees."
Jasmine hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with his, before she slowly sank to her knees, the hard floor biting into her skin. She could feel the heat of his body, the power radiating off of him, and it made her pussy throb with need. She wanted him again, wanted to feel his cock inside her, stretching her, filling her.
Jafar released her hair and unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather hitting the floor echoing in the room. He pushed his pants down, his cock springing free, already hard and ready.