Aladdin groaned as Jasmine stroked his dick. He didn't notice the slightly contemptuous gaze she regarded him with as her skilled hands toyed with his erection. He was far too deep in his own lusts. Her fingers tickled the neck of his cockhead, making him shudder. Something about Jasmine's behaviour was setting off his old "street rat" instincts, but every time he roused himself to speak, his eyes caught the glow of her pendant and he slipped back into bliss, lying on the pillows and clutching at the silky fabric.

"Hmmmm, how do you like this, Aladdin?" Jasmine purred. Her voice had a smoky quality to it that he'd never noticed before.

"Feels... so good!" Aladdin gasped. "J-jasmine, I want to hold you..."

The Sultana's lip curled at Aladdin's childish sentimentality. But she held back her snipe for a gentle laugh instead. "Oh, my sweet, that would be lovely. If only you had the time."

"Ugh, I love this," Aladdin muttered, ignoring Jasmine's comment. He groaned as she palmed his cockhead. "Wait... what?"

"Oh, I need you to take care of something," Jasmine remarked dismissively. She tugged on his balls. "Mmmm, just a trifle, really."

"Anything!" he groaned, desperate to cum. The Sultana's fingers seemed to be playing his cock like a fine-tuned instrument, knowing just when to speed up her stroking to keep his ardour stoked and when to focus on his other erogenous zones. He even felt her thumb slide down his taint to rub his asshole, a spot he'd never thought he'd enjoy.

"Good," Jasmine said with a throaty chuckle. "Go to the Cave of Wonders... and retrieve the lamp of Jafar..."

"Yes, yes!" Aladdin grunted, edging closer to orgasm. "I'll do it!"

Jasmine smiled at Aladdin's obedience and gently tapped the base of his scrotum, enchanting the organ with a minor geas. Until he fulfilled her command, he would not be able to cum, no matter what. She let go of his cock, the shaft still quivering and slippery with precum. It slapped wetly against his lower belly and he looked up as she walked away, a pained expression on his face.

"Wh-why did you stop, Jasmine?" he begged. She looked at him and wiped her hands clean in a basin of lemon water.

"Because, silly boy," Jasmine chided. "I need that lamp. I'm sure we can finish you off once you've brought it back..."

Aladdin groaned and dressed himself, tucking his aching dick inside his underclothes. He stumbled out the room, moaning quietly, and she heard him grab Abu from wherever the monkey was lazing, and . A few moments later she saw him spiraling into the sky on his magic carpet.

Jasmine was glad to have him out of her hair. Aladdin had his uses, but she was finding that those uses were growing fewer as her power grew broader. She glanced at herself in the basin water and smiled. Her aging seemed to have slowed, but she still looked at least ten years Aladdin's senior. Her lips were fuller, her eyes more knowing and her nose more prominent, giving her a striking profile. A single streak of grey hair was traveling through her raven locks, but she found she approved. It seemed to make her more regal. "As a Sultana should be," she said to herself.

She thought for a moment. Even on the carpet, Aladdin would take at least a day and a half to reach the cave, and just as long to get back. That would cut into the reception with the Athenians, but Jasmine didn't mind making him wait a little longer. She didn't want him meddling anyway. The guards wouldn't bother her either, now that they had Mahsati occupying them. She decided her first task would be...