Jasmine continued to puff on the hookah, finding the smoke soothing and flavourful. For the Genie, it was as if the Sultana was sucking on her thick beringed cock! She moaned and shuddered as Jasmine took a deep drag and held it in for a moment, before releasing it in a lazy plume of thick bluish vapor. The Sultana chuckled, her voice huskier thanks to both her apparent age and the effects of the magical smoke.
"On your feet, slave," she commanded the magical creature. "Mmmm, you need a new name, my dear. 'Genie' sounds so coarse and juvenile." The genie stood, her many golden ornaments clinking musically with every graceful movement. She was a sensuous, slinking creature now, not like the balloonish buffoon she once was. Her quartet of breasts heaved with her breath and her mighty blue cock throbbed enticingly. Jasmine took a small puff and the genie gasped. "Your essence is so intoxicating that 'Nashwa' will be your new name."
"Yes, mistress," Nashwa moaned, Jasmine's words becoming her new truth, etching themselves into her being as sure as if they were engraved on her golden collar.
"Good, now come to me, Nashwa," the Sultana purred, setting the hookah mouthpiece aside. "Undress me." Nashwa obeyed, eager to please her mistress. She moved the Sultana's mane of hair to drape between her breasts and freed those luscious teats from her top with two hands, while the other two palmed and caressed them. They were heavy and delicately laced with blue veins, the nipples round as saucers and dark as mahogany. Jasmine moaned in approval as the blue-skinned genie's fingers teased her erogenous zones. Nashwa's other pair of hands let Jasmine's top flutter to the floor and crawled down the sultana's belly. Jasmine's once-trim silhouette had filled out, widening and rounding to become a soft belly, sensuously girdled with fat that almost hung over the hem of her bottoms.
Nashwa licked her lips at the sight of her mistress's rear, the globes jutting out beneath the layer of silky fabric. She peeled the billowy bottoms down, exposing those dark golden brown cheeks and the Sultana's broad, sensuous hips. "Oh mistress," Nashwa moaned.
"You find me beautiful, don't you, Nashwa," Jasmine chuckled. "Why else would you be so impudent as to touch me so? No, do not stop."
"Thank you, Mistress," Nashwa continued, glad she had her mistress's leave, and boldly squeezed the Sultana's twin globes. Her mistress shivered and pulled away, gazing at Nashwa with dark, lustful eyes, naked save for the snake-eyed pendant at her neck. She undid the braid of her hair and tossed her head, letting the curtain of raven locks swirl around her as sensuously as any scarf. The silver streaks glittered in the wan light of the sunset as Sultana Jasmine sat back on the cushion of her throne and spread her legs, exposing the lush curls of her womanhood. The thick black thatch was glistening with moisture, and Nashwa could see the dark, dewy folds of her mistress's slit. The Sultana beckoned Nashwa to her.
"Fuck me, slave," Jasmine purred. Her order couldn't be any clearer. Nashwa cried out in delight as she pounced on the Sultana, grasping her mistress's thick legs as she pushed her dripping cock into her. Jasmine grunted at the intense sensation of her genie's cock sliding to hilt inside her, the pierced shaft dragging against her sensitive flesh. Nashwa's hips rocked as she slammed into the Sultana's slippery tightness, her magically-enhanced blue erection expanding to meet her mistress's desire for fullness.
Jasmine cried out in satisfaction, her toes curling and back arching as Nashwa fucked her with the eager zeal of a pet, the wet squelches of penetration and slap of flesh on flesh punctuated by feminine grunts and gasps, as well as the musical jingling of Nashwa's many golden decorations. Jasmine's mind briefly flashed to thinking of how good Rajah's cock felt inside her. This was a different kind of ecstasy, one that she found just as intoxicating!
"That's it, my smoky slut," Jasmine moaned. "Fuck me. Fill me with your magic!" Nashwa's hands roamed, squeezing and gripping her mature body in new and delightful ways. She was far more skilled as a lover than Aladdin ever was! Jasmine's breasts rested between Nashwa's two pairs, the soft, heavy teats rolling and bouncing with every thrust. The Sultana took one in her mouth, tugging on the dark blue nipple, the gold ring clinking against her teeth. Nashwa gasped in delight. Jasmine smiled around the mouthful and reached over, finding the pipe to Nashwa's hookah.
The genie's eyes widened as her mistress put it to her pillowy lips and took a deep draw of the smoke. Nashwa squealed and thrust herself into the Sultana to the hilt, her cock pumping thick magical seed into the Sultana's womb. Jasmine grunted and writhed as Nashwa's essence filled her. She wrapped her legs around her genie, digging her heels into the luscious creature's back to force her even deeper.
"YESSS!" Jasmine hissed, her forked tongue slithering out, smoke trailing from her nostrils. "I can feel you filling me, slave! NNNnnnngh, give me all of your pure magical nectar!" She could feel magical energy filling her, suffusing her with a warm aura that her dark soul sucked up like a sponge. Such essence would charge her, slowing the deleterious effects of her magic. Jasmine let out a chuckle amongst her moans. If Jafar had only thought of fucking a genie!
Jasmine panted as she pushed Nashwa off of her, the genie's cock slipping from her with a wet pop. Glittering sperm trickled from Jasmine's abused hole like milky rivers and sweat dripped from her curves. her finger slid down to play with her clit, coaxing a few small orgasms from herself. She looked up as she heard someone enter the room.