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July 2, 2007

Aladdin – A Cold and Lonely Arabian Night in Agrabah

“Hrrru?” the tiger replied softly, looking up with one eye open.

“What… Oh…” She sat up suddenly in bed, giving him another hug, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. “You’re just being a good friend while Aladdin is gone, is that it?”

“Mmurr-hmmm,” Rajah replied, his head bouncing slightly.

“Well, I guess it’s all right,” she replied. “You’ve always been my best friend.” She lay back in bed and continued to stroke her body. Rajah softly nursed at one nipple, and she caressed the other before sliding her hands down between her parted thighs and playing with her warm sex. “Oh, Rajah, I miss him so,” she gasped as her slender fingers caressed that one place that gave her such pleasure.

Her hands worked faster, but Rajah had a different idea. The scent of her sex attracted his nose, and he nudged her fingers out of the way as she caressed herself. “Rajah? What are you doing?”

As an answer, Rajah’s tongue struck out and slid along the length of her sex. Jasmine gasped softly. “Rajah!”

A soft growl grew in his throat, a soft purring sound as he pressed his head between her legs, licking at her sex. “Yes,” she moaned softly. “Oh, Rajah, please!” she begged as the familiar rise in pleasure swept through her like a summer sandstorm. “Yes,” she sighed once more, reaching down to stroke Rajah’s head and push him away. “That’s enough, Rajah. Oh, you wonderful tiger, you!” She reached up and pushed him over. More accurately, he fell over and let her hug him tightly.

“Thank you, Rajah,” she sighed, kissing her friend under the muzzle and scratching at his ears. She felt something bat against her leg and looked down. Rajah’s sex was extended to full length, and she realized that he must have been excited by her writhing and her climax. “Rajah, have you ever mated?” she asked suddenly.

“Mmm-rrrr.” The tiger shook his head sadly.

“Would you like me to find someone for you?”

“Yrrr?” The tiger looked at her, confused for a second. “Mmurr-urr,” he replied after a moment, pressing his nose to hers.

“Yes, I know you have me, Rajah. That’s not what I meant. I’m not your mate. I’m not a tiger.”

“Mrr?”

“So what?” she repeated, angrily. “You’ve been my best friend for so very long, Rajah. I am the Princess. You deserve everything a princess can do for you.”

“Mrrrhurr?”

“Of course I’d do that for you!” she replied, smiling. “I love you, you silly tiger.” She slid over, and again her leg pressed against his hardness. “In the meantime, let me give you what you did for me,” she continued, sliding down his body.

She was pleased to see that Rajah’s sex wasn’t in proportion to the rest of his body; in fact, it was smaller than her precious Aladdin’s. She slowly wrapped her slim fingers around it and began stroking him slowly. A loud purr rumbled through Rajah as her hand began stroking him firmly.

She smiled at to look at him pawing the air absently, his head and shoulders pressed back against the bed. “Rajah?” she asked softly. “You used your mouth, didn’t you?” She slowly lowered her head to his sex and kissed the tip of it gently. It tasted odd, a little strong but also pleasant, like wrapped fig leaves dipped in peppers. She opened her mouth and took it in, tasting it for the first time. Rajah growled loudly in appreciation.

Jasmine slowly suckled Rajah’s maleness, feeling his body grow tense. She tried to continue, but her jaw tired quickly and she returned to using her hands, stroking his sex and playing with his testicles gently, squeezing and coaxing.

Rajah erupted with a roar, a thick white stream of fluid almost spraying out across his stomach. “Rajah!” she gasped, recognizing the explosion for what it was.

“Mrrrrrii,” he replied softly.

“That’s all right,” she said stroking his chest with her hand. “I hope you feel better now.”

Rajah just nodded.

After they were cleaned up, Jasmine again lay in bed and Rajah retired back to his bedding by the fire. She curled up and went back to sleep.

Dawn was creeping back into her windows, the air still cold with the nights chill when she felt a hand upon her shoulder. “Jasmine? Jasmine?”

She turned over. “Aladdin!” she cried, pulling him down to the bed with her. Despite all of the pleasures of the night before, nothing fulfilled her as much as his presence. “I missed you so much!”

“And I missed you, my princess,” he replied. She could feel his hardness growing between his legs, pressing against her. Her sex became wet almost instantly; she felt her need become strong again. She needed to be filled with him, with her Aladdin.

“Please,” she moaned, looking up at him, “Aladdin, take me.”

“My pleasure, my princess,” he replied, tearing his tunic off and tossing it aside. They tumbled down onto the sheets again, covering themselves up against the cool morning. His body lighted her passions, and his need after having been away so long was powerful and immense. She parted her thighs; he drove his sex into her, filling her and making her his.

She looked up into his eyes, his softly brown face with those glorious pools of blue liquid eyes. He smiled down at her. “I missed you, Jasmine.”

“And I missed you, Aladdin. Oh, yes!” she gasped as he pressed down fully. Their intimacies grew more passionate, his body thrusting against hers, her legs wrapped around his hips and holding him within her. “Never let me go, Aladdin.”

“I won’t, Jasmine, I promise.”

“I trust you, beloved,” she whimpered as he thrust urgently against her.

“I… I know!” he gasped, his body shuddering in ecstasy as he climaxed with in her, and her body responded with waves of pleasure of her own. “Oh, Jasmine.”

After a while, as they lay together under the sheets, Jasmine whispered, “Ali?”

“Yes, beloved?”

“Don’t be angry with me, beloved, but I pleasured myself while dreaming of you while you were gone.”

Aladdin smiled. “Why should I be angry, Jasmine? I know you love me. If you wanted pleasure while dreaming of me, that only shows how you love me.”

She hugged him tightly. “Thank you, my prince.”

He sighed and held his wife closely. “You’re welcome, my princess.

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