Loneliness had become an unwelcome companion in the
frigid winter nights of Agrabah. The days were still
warm, but the desert cold swept through the palace with
a viciousness that reminded Jasmine of vizier Jafar’s
smile.
Ex-vizier, she reminded herself. He was a genie
now, powerless and buried hundreds of feet under the
desert sand in his own cave of wonders, where she hoped
he would stay for the next ten thousand years.
She sighed and wrapped her woolen cloak tighter
about her, looking out over the town where she had first
ventured to find the man of her dreams, her beloved
Aladdin. With the passing of her father, however, he
had been named Sultan of Agrabah, and one of the conse-
quences of his coronation was the slew of invitations to
visit other Sultanates and confirm his position among
them.
Not that there was any chance of war. Agrabah was
a comfortable city that served its people well. Once,
it had been an incredibly busy trading city along the
profitable Myrrh Road, but the valley to the north had
not seen rain in many years and the city there had van-
ished into the encroaching desert, taking the Myrrh Road
with it. Agrabah’s charm along the Myrrh Road had been
its powerful spring that fed their agriculture and kept
them alive. Smaller now, poorer in riches but richer in
spirit, Agrabah had become one of the most beautiful and
self-sufficient sultanates in all of Allah’s lands, but
it possessed little that would lead another warlord
against it.
Her hands were freezing as she leaned against the
painted stone railing. She decided to go inside, clos-
ing the ornate door behind her and crossing the cold
tiles to the brazier, stoking it up to great warmth.
Behind her she heard a soft shuffle as someone pushed
aside one of the heavy winter tapestries that held
warmth in her room from fleeing to the rest of the chil-
ly palace. A low rumble told her who her companion was,
especially when he pressed his cold nose against the
back of her neck. She turned around and grabbed the
large tiger’s head in a soft and friendly hug. “Oh,
Rajah,” she sighed softly. “He’s been gone so long.”
“Mrrrowl,” Rajah agreed. He walked around to sit
next to her before the warm brazier, curling up around
her. A magnificently muscled tiger, Jasmine often
wondered if Rajah was entirely tiger since his stomach
and rump looked more like that of a Cheetah or other
running animal. “Murrrumm?”
“I know, he’ll be back soon,” she smiled. “He took
Carpet and Abu with him, too. With father gone, it’s
just me and you here now. None of the servants really
understand. He means the world to me, Rajah, you know
that. I wish I had more people who really knew how I
felt. It almost makes me wish Iago was around.”
“Hrrrumph,” Rajah snorted at the mention of the ac-
cursed parrot’s name.
“I know, he was as evil as his master Jafar, but at
least when I talked to him he understood what I was
talking about.” She sighed. “I’m talking nonsense. Of
course I don’t wish either of them back. I’m glad
they’re gone for as long as we shall all live.”
She crossed the high-ceilinged room and crawled in-
to her bed, too much bed for just one person alone.
Rajah walked over to where his sheepskin rug lay and
pulled it in front of the fire with his teeth, deter-
mined to stay warm while he got some sleep.
Jasmine lay in bed, trying to remember the feel of
her beloved Ali’s body next to her own, his warming
breath and his smooth skin sliding against hers. In her
imagination he was just out of her reach. She could
barely reach out and touch the ends of his silken hair.
She had been so glad when he had given up wearing that
stupid white headpiece with the feather; his hair was
one of his most beauteous features.
Her hands slid under the heavy linen bedding to
touch her belly, and she could remember the way his
hands felt there, touching her, caressing her softness.
It wasn’t at all like his. His skin always felt smooth
and dry, but underneath his stomach had been tight,
strong. As were his limbs. She remembered their wed-
ding night, when she had been so frightened. He hadn’t
been much better. But after the initial pain, when he
had entered her, she had looked up into his worried face
and held his powerful arms with her hands and told him
she would be okay, he had smiled and they had made love
as man and wife should. The happiness she had felt at
their joining had caused her to cry afterwards for a
long time. And he had been so worried!
Her fingers stroked up along her ribcage and over
her breasts. She gasped softly as her own hands made
small tremors of pleasure run up her spine. When he
touched her breasts, he was always so gentle. And his
eyes, they were always so full of mischief and happi-
ness. Sometimes he was just like a child exploring a
newly beloved toy.
As her fingers caressed the dark skin along her
collarbone and slid back down the sides of her body.
She knew that seeing him naked for the first time had
shocked her. She hadn’t been prepared for the size of
his sex, completely convinced that it would never fit
within her own. Yet it had. Her hands passed over her
hips and felt the soft whisp of hair between her thighs.
The sensation of him within her had told her everything
she needed to know about being a woman. And being Alad-
din’s. That boyish grin of his made her melt with need.
She spread her legs a little wider as her fingers
slid down over her nether lips to caress between her
thighs. She gasped to think of him, of the exploring
they had done. He had always been so… naive. Yes,
that had been on her initiative, to make love in places
other than just the palace bedroom and in positions
other than the obvious. But always for her the best
was just to watch his face as he thrust himself within
her, to feel his body atop hers and his sex within hers.
As she felt her fingers touching within her own
wetness, she dreamed of his kisses on her lips, her
throat, her breasts. Oh, she missed him. Her body
missed him. Her fingers went deeper inside herself as
she tried to find the little clues that would bring him
back to her completely. “Oh, Aladdin!” she gasped as a
wave of pleasure broke over her.
She settled back onto the bed. The needs of her
body were a little quieter now, but she knew she could
never be fully satisfied until her Prince Aladdin was
in her arms again. She felt desire still, desire to
dream of him again, to caress herself again. “He had
better return soon.”
“Mrrrow?” Rajah’s voice asked from across the room.
“I’m just talking to myself, Rajah. Missing my
Prince.”
Jasmine heard Rajah shift his massive bulk as he
stood up. The tiger’s body was silhouetted perfectly
in the fireplace, and Jasmine found herself again ad-
miring the giant tiger’s beauty. Her first and still
best friend, Rajah had always been there for her when
she needed someone to cry with or to play with.
He crossed the room and hopped up onto the bed.
“Rajah!” she gasped. “You know this bed isn’t strong
enough to hold you!”
“Rrrrowl,” Rajah replied softly, nuzzling her neck
with his nose.
She stroked his neck softly. “You’re so good to
me, Rajah. You’re right. I don’t care if the bed
breaks.”
Rajah curled up next to her, separated by the
covers. “Oh, you silly tiger. Come down here inside
and join me. You’ll freeze out there away from the
fire.”
“Nnnrrow?”
“Come on,” Jasmine insisted, holding the covers up.
Rajah shifted as she directed and she tossed the covers
over him. She shifted next to him, taking advantage of
his warmth. As always, she was immediately impressed
with his strength, but in some ways she was also atten-
tive to his strength, not at all unlike Aladdin’s. With
Aladdin gone, her desire often rose to uncontrollable
heights, and Rajah’s presence drove so many memories
within her that, despite her earlier dreaming she knew
she wanted such caresses once again, even her own.
Practical to a fault, Jasmine slid away from Rajah,
trying to keep her desires suppressed. She was not as-
hamed of her needs; to her they were signs of her love
for Aladdin. She had not had them before she met the
Prince her dreams had waited on. But she had no desire
to disturb her life-long tiger friend. She knew that
often her caresses encouraged her to shift in bed and
to make soft noises.
But her body would not be denied. Her hands found
their way along the soft curves of her body, and as she
had known they would, small whimpers escaped from her
lips no matter how hard she tried to keep quiet. Her
passion arose within her again, and her body trembled
gently.
Rajah shifted in his sleep; one of his rear paws
pressed against her ankle, and to her surprise a small
thrill of mischievousness, much like the one that had
originally led her to meeting Aladdin, rang within her
soul. She turned her head to look at her tiger friend,
and was shocked to find him looking at her, his head
cocked slightly to the left and a gentle and friendly
smile on his face.
Rajah lowered his head and pressed his cool nose
against her neck, lowering slowly down until his rough
tongue was pressing against her hardening nipple.
“Rajah!” she gasped.
“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 her-
self. “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 sudden-
ly.
“Mmm-rrrr.” The tiger looked back 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 con-
tinued, 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 looking 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 appreci-
ation.
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 purred.
*
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, pres-
sing 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 handsome 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 within her, and her body res-
ponded 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 dream-
ing 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 we
come, my princess.
