(NSFW – Warning for Non-Consent)
The tapping noises grew louder outside my bedroom and I moved myself to lay my head against my tiger’s side. I was warm and comfortable, but as the footsteps grew closer his ears perked up, nose sniffing at the air and then lurching to his feet and prowling towards the door. “Shh, boy,” I smiled, sitting up slightly.
The fire roared higher as the door into my room opened and I had to lift my head away from the soft blankets to look. The man who breezed into the room had shoulder length dark hair and wore a beautiful white tunic embroidered with gold around the sleeves and neck. It was open enough to show a small crop of dark hair on his chest, and flowed around him as he walked towards me.
“Good evening, Princess.” He smiled, bowing, and removed his long golden cape and dropped it onto my bed. The silky sheets were almost perfectly smooth and inviting, with fabric drapes hanging all around the bed. I turned to face him and turned over onto my back.
“My Prince…” I smiled, “I wondered when I’d see you. I’ve missed you.”
The rug underneath me was warm from the fire and when Aladdin knelt beside me his hands started tracing along my bare ankles and up over my knees to my thighs. The light purple gown I’d put on for bed was thin, almost transparent, and I shivered through it despite the warmth. On seeing my eyes roll upwards with pleasure, little wrinkles formed at the sides of Aladdin’s eyes and a broad grin spread across his face. He brought his fingertips higher, pushing my gown upwards across my hips and stomach, his fingers lingering just a moment over the side of my breasts until he could take my cheek in his hand.
Rajah growled a little, his body perking up suddenly, causing my head to fall to the floor. I sighed, turning towards him, but Aladdin’s hand on my cheek held me still and then pulled me upwards to meet his lips. As soon as his lips pressed against mine I was lost in his kiss, my hands wrapping around his broad, muscular shoulders and nails digging gently into his skin, urging him to be closer to me, inside me.
“I think someone was jealous…” Aladdin laughed, moving my long black hair away enough to kiss the side of my neck. His lips lingered with each kiss, his tongue gently flicking out and tickling me, teasing me until my back arched and pressed me against him harder. “I love you…” He whispered against the skin of my shoulder, his fingers caressing across my stomach and then settling on my thigh. Just as he started to shift the light purple fabric away, his fingertips making little circles along my leg, there was a deep growling from behind us and then an almighty crashing sound, as though thunder had struck all around the room.
There was a flash of light, and the room, the rug and even the feeling of Aladdin pressed against me melted away to blackness.
When I awoke I couldn’t see anything but black. Something rough was wrapped around my face, covering my eyes and tickling my eyelashes as I tried to blink myself awake. Everything was heavy and a cold feeling spread along within my bones as I tried to move and realised that I couldn’t. The harder I tried to move my hands and arms the more the tight rope bit into the skin of my wrists, the same with my legs as it cut around the skin of my ankles.
Something brushed past me and I jumped, trying desperately to pull myself free. But as the panic began to explode within my chest I realised that I couldn’t even form the sounds to scream, some sort of fabric was tightly wrapped around my face, holding my tongue still.
“Be still, my dear…” A voice whispered, close enough to my face to feel breath on my skin. It was low and growly, and as soon as I heard it cold dread spread all the way to my fingertips as I fought against the bindings holding me in place.
“I’m here, I’ll keep you safe,” Jafar continued, punctuating his words with a short little laugh. “We’re all here for you, Princess. Why don’t you look and see?”
I felt fingers trace up my cheek, long nails scratching my skin gently before the rough fabric across my eyes fell away. The brightness of candles positioned around me made my eyes water, and I blinked furiously trying to see what the shapes around me were and how much danger I was in. The first thing that was obvious were the bars around me on each side, a cage containing me but leaving hardly enough space to move in – if I had been capable of moving at all.
It was obvious though, as the tall, sharp-featured man moved around from behind me, that the bars of the cage were wide enough apart to reach through. He was quite striking, his dark eyes sparkling in the candle light, his red and black robe open down the front enough for me to see his chest; muscular and smooth. His hair was long and black, fanning around him like a cape.
His hand reached inside the cage’s bars and towards my face. I tried to turn my head to the side but pulled against ropes holding my neck and hair tight. His fingertip was rough as he traced it down my cheek and across my lips, and then dropped his hand to my chest. It was then that I realised I was naked.
The ropes wound around me held me tightly at the shoulders and underneath my breasts, forcing them out and squeezing them tightly. In the cold of the room my nipples were hard and the warmth of his hand made me try to shrink away, but when I couldn’t I closed my eyes and thought about Aladdin, hoping that he was alright. I’m not sure if I tried to whisper his name, but the hand on my breast fell away and there was another deep laugh.
“He’s here too,” Jafar smiled, as I opened my eyes and looked around. “Do you want him too?” The shadows among the candles began to move as Jafar held out his hand and beckoned someone forward. Bare-footed steps came towards my cage, and I glanced to my sides trying to work out a way to free my wrists. They were bound tightly with rope to the cage around me, up above my head, elaborate knot work winding around my elbow and wrist. Solid and tight.
I was about to try screaming again when Aladdin’s face appeared by the cage. My heart leapt and I struggled against the gag. I love you, I wanted to tell him. It’ll be alright.
But his face didn’t change. His eyes were glazed over, as though not seeing me at all. His lips were slightly open, his arms by his side and unmoving. I glanced towards Jafar and felt my chest cramp at his smug little smile.
“Even your little pet has come to be with you, Princess,” he finished, and I caught sight of Rajah, a big iron collar around his neck, his eyes glazed over and as unfocussed as Aladdin’s.
“Blindfold her again,” Jafar commanded, and Aladdin’s body jerked into motion. I lost sight of him as he moved behind me and pressed the blindfold back on, but his fingers on my cheeks felt softer, warmer than Jafar’s, and I wished more than anything that he could hold me.
Lips pressed against the back of my neck, so similar to how it had felt lying with him on the rug by the fire in my bedroom. I could almost convince myself that I was back there, but then in the darkness, fingertips began to move up the inside of my thigh. It was gentle and tickled slightly, little hot pulses resonating up through my abdomen reflexively. My cheeks began to burn as I could feel goosebumps appear across my arms and legs. I didn’t even know who was touching me, but my body didn’t seem to care. Another caress against my breasts made me jump as more hands touched me, nails digging into my skin and lips kissing down my spine.
I breathed out, trying to clear my head, but every touch made my body quiver, not knowing who or where or when the next touch would come from.
The fingers that were tickling up my thigh finally reached the top of my legs and danced across my lips. At the same time, other hands found my breasts and held them tightly, pinching at my nipples until I began to moan around my gag. I had to believe that my Aladdin was in there somewhere, I had to think of him and only him.
Wetness grew between my legs as a long, thin finger slid up inside me. I clenched, trying to fight against the ropes again, feeling them cut into my ankles. My legs were being held so still, ankles apart to each corner, with my knees bound to the bars of the cage so that I couldn’t move, but as another finger opened me, I felt my whole world spin and if I had been holding myself up I would have fallen. So many hands, so many caresses, touching me all over.
A wet tongue licked across my neck and I flinched, consumed by all the different hands on me, and the tight feeling of having three or four fingers pushed up deep inside. The anticipation of never knowing where the next touch would come made everything feel so much more intense. Each caress made me whimper, tensing my whole body and shaking as more and more sensations fluttered across my body.
But there was no sign which touches came from which person. The fingers massaging the inside of me retreated slightly, one finger circling teasingly against my clit, slick with my wetness. A quick and deep pressure against it caused all of my muscles to tense, and then they rubbed harder, teasing my opening at the same time. I couldn’t believe how intense the feelings were, as a loud banging sound echoed around the room and the cage bars squeaked.
The hands on me let go and after a few seconds my arms were free, and then my legs. I buckled over, but strong arms caught me and I felt the familiar scar Aladdin had on his shoulder. Knowing who it was, I cuddled into him, just hoping and wishing for him to take me away. But just as the blindfold had become saturated with tears I hadn’t known I was crying and became transparent, I saw the shape of Jafar in front of us. Aladdin laid me at his feet.
It was too dark to see anything as they manipulated my body, my hands still bound together and two strong men turning me over onto my back. Beneath me was something soft, and as I was about to fight the hands that held me, Jafar spoke again.
“Take off her blindfold.” He commanded, and I felt my love’s hands caress my ear as the fabric fell away. Jafar had removed his robe, his smooth shoulders and arms silhouetted against the candles. Aladdin’s tunic was open too, bruising quite clear across his chest where he’d obviously tried to fight. My heart ached for him. This was supposed to be our special night.
“Hold her down,” Jafar smiled up at Aladdin and then leant forward over me. “Now, Princess,” he smirked, then smiled as he held my breast, running the tip of his tongue across my nipple. “I want you to enjoy this…”
I tried to fight, but Aladdin’s hands held me tightly. “No!” I pleaded softly as Jafar’s hands touched my eyelids, little tiny sparks of tingling electricity flowing from his fingertips and settling down onto my face. I tried to pull away but soon the will to fight left me and it was all I could do to admire his dark eyes, thick eyelashes, soft hair. Jafar was so handsome I felt an ache through my abdomen for me.
My breath caught in my throat as he moved up his knees in between my thighs. I could see how big and hard he was, and the touch of Aladdin’s hands against my wrists made the whole experience more sensual, risky and erotic. Dangerous. I tickled Aladdin’s wrist with my fingers as Jafar held himself above me, hearing both of them breathe hard, shuddering with obvious need to touch me. Then, they did.
A small bead of liquid dripped from Jafar’s hard length onto my stomach as he held my hips and guided himself towards my opening. My legs were pinned open, my lips hot and ready to be taken. The feeling of being touched, held, kissed and licked made the hot fire in my belly ignite, Aladdin’s kisses on my neck combining with Jafar’s sharp nails on my waist. I lowered my guards and the spell overtook me and I let myself sink into its warmth.
Jafar had a smooth chest and dark, masculine eyes, but he wasn’t mine. This wasn’t how it was meant to be. Aladdin, with his rugged charm, watched silently as Jafar pushed himself inside me. When Jafar thrust himself against me harder, his teeth bit into my bottom lip and his tongue gently massaged mine. I let out an involuntary gasp, submitting to the artificial pleasure.
I was tight and I felt Jafar shiver slightly as he worked himself inside me. The pain that was throbbing inside seemed unreal as I was completely lost in the embrace. I felt an ache for him to take me, all of me, that I wanted nothing more than to be his forever. The hands on my wrists let go but I didn’t move, forgetting all about my love and wanting to escape. I had forgotten everything but the ecstasy of his embrace. My hips pushed upwards against him, grinding against his hips and bringing a low moan to Jafar’s lips.
His strong arms pulled me over until I was on top of him and I followed eagerly. My hands felt around for his hair and I moved the long strands away from his face, pressing my lips against his neck and gently nibbling and licking at his skin. He pulled me tighter towards him, forcing my hips down on his until he was so deep it ached.
Warm hands from behind ran across my shoulders and I heard Aladdin’s voice whispering my name. He moaned, running his hands down my shoulder blades and across my bum. His voice from earlier, whispering how much he loved me, echoed in my head for a few moments as I rode Jafar, pulling my hips up and then down, my hands running across his smooth chest and tongue eagerly licking at his.
“I love you…” I heard his words again in my head and something cracked. I felt disjointed, my body making movements that I had no control over. The feeling of Jafar beneath me made me feel sick, wrong, and Aladdin pressed against my back, his hard length pushing against my bum. This wasn’t how we were supposed to be together for the first time, and I managed to fight against him for only a moment before pain pulsed up my back and he inched slowly inside my ass.
“Don’t fight it…” Jafar whispered at me, and the words felt hypnotic. The pain receded and each little movement that either of them made caused a wave of excitement to vibrate around me. Aladdin’s lips found my neck and kissed across my skin, Jafar’s tight grip moving me rhythmically in time with each of them. Aladdin thrusting hard against my bum, so tight that it verged on pain, but more electric than I could imagine.
I felt so full that I could burst, but it was comforting, the little explosions of pleasure around my whole body intensifying until I found myself screaming against the gag.
Jafar’s moans became louder and I felt both men’s movements become erratic. The more Jafar lost himself to the pleasure, though, the more clear my thoughts became. I turned my head to Aladdin, whose face was still blank, though little flutters of emotion seemed to come across him as I caught his gaze. “I love you!” I whispered, finally having the force of will to reach up and pull the gag from my mouth.
My words made him flinch and I felt him pull forcibly out of my ass. It hurt so badly that fresh tears sprung to my face, but I felt a wave of relief at him being free. Jafar’s eyes rolled back in his head and his fingernails dug so deep into my hips as he rode me that small droplets of blood trickled across my skin.
“Stop!” Aladdin shrieked, rolling sideways and pulling me hard away from Jafar. The look of anger on Jafar’s face made me pause as I toppled sideways. With a wave of his hand another thunder clap of power shook the room and my head spun. I managed to fight the onset of nausea and blackness, my eyes focussing on Aladdin’s face as it fell still. Jafar pushed himself up until he was standing towering over us, and then ordered Aladdin to stand.
My love stood instantly, on command, and my stomach lurched. I could never beat Jafar. He was just too powerful. He could take whatever we wanted and we couldn’t do anything to stop it.
“Bring her back to the cage,” Jafar commanded.
Aladdin’s hands grabbed my arms and lifted me easily, and as tears began to flow freely down my face I glanced up expecting to see his blank, expressionless face.
But he was smiling, and winked at me. I gasped a little, then caught sight of Jafar behind him and let my face fall. Aladdin winked at me again and started to carry me towards the cage where Jafar was standing by the open door.
With one fluid movement, Aladdin let go of me and spun around, knocking the back of Jafar’s legs and pushing him into the cage. At the same time I spun across and pushed the cage door shut, just in time for Aladdin to pull back and lock Jafar into the cage.
I worried for a moment what the plan was now, considering how strong Jafar’s powers were. I expected him to spell us into letting him out, but the sizzling of little electrical flashes hit off some invisible force around the cage.
Jafar cursed. “How dare you?” He asked, battering the cage bars with his hands. He was able to reach through them but the lock had no mechanism, and I had already spotted the key in his robes that lay on the floor beside the swathes of fabric on the bed.
Relief flooded through me and I leaned back against Aladdin, my hands gripping his arm and pulling it around me protectively. His arms encircled me and I noticed that neither man’s arousal had dissipated. Both of us still stood completely naked, our bodies pressed against each other tight. I never wanted to let him go again.
Jafar had been so close to release when we had stopped, and I noticed his gaze focussed on my hips intently. I swayed my hips slightly and his pupils followed me.
With a little look between the two men I grinned and took hold of Aladdin’s hand, pulling him towards the bed. “I think we should show Jafar what it means to be in love for real…” I whispered, and Aladdin’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah,” he agreed, lifting me up until I could wrap my legs around his waist. He was hard instantly, pressing against my stomach as we kissed. He lowered me down onto the bed and spread my legs, kissing all the way from my ankle up to my sweet spot between my legs. I moaned as he licked deep inside me, his lips sucking on my skin gently.
The more I cried out, I heard Jafar curse, rattling the cage bars harder. His magic cracked and hit around inside the cage with him, but never penetrated out far enough to hit us.
When I was wet and hot and ready for him, Aladdin moved himself up and kissed me gently on the lips. I could taste myself on his tongue as he explored deep inside my mouth. His arms held me tightly, lovingly, as he entered me. He was big, and I tensed around him as the full length of him slid up inside me. The warmth and comfort that I felt was unlike anything before, and we existed in pure bliss, thinking and feeling nothing but the excitement of being together.
His hands held my breasts as he groaned, pushing harder and harder into me until finally I felt him tense, shuddering around me. The throbbing that pulsed out from my clit grew and grew as he continued to grind against me, his teeth gently grazing the skin on my neck.
I screamed my release around his lips, whispering ‘I love you’ over and over as the feelings exploded through my body. His skin, so warm, pressed against mine, his hands on my cheek, hips against mine. Still inside until we had come back to our senses, his lips still whispering softly in my ear, kissing my earlobe and holding me against him.
Eventually I had no option but to remember my surroundings again and look up. We kissed tenderly, our bodies quivering and shaking, little beads of sweat dripping across my breasts. I was acutely aware of Jafar’s snarling as I grabbed the keys from the pile of robes and picked myself up on shaky legs. I wrapped some of the fabric around myself and walked across to free Rajah, knowing that I was swaying my bum, walking by very close to Jafar. I wanted him to see what he was missing, and I grinned a little as I dropped the iron collar to the floor. “Now, Raj, what do you say we go home now and leave the evil, frustrated man stuck in the cage all by himself?”
Aladdin appeared behind me and hugged me to him. Together we looked around at Jafar, then clasped our hands together and the three of us walked out of the room.