Jasmine reclined on the heavy cushions that littered her immense bed.

Her fingers toyed with the thick fur that covered the belly of her favorite pet,
Rajah’s. The big cat stretched beside her and Jasmine was thankful for her
constant companion.
Outside, just beyond the fluttering draperies that covered the doorway to
her balcony, the crowds cheered the return of her husband from a lengthy
journey away. Jasmine wrinkled her nose at the thought of Aladdin and curled
around her pet tiger.
“Oh, Aladdin.” She simpered sarcastically. “Prince Aladdin. You’re such a
charmer. So daring and brave. Puke.”
Rajah bumped her chin with one of his giant paws and drew her attention
to him.
“I know. He’ll be out partying till all hours of the night and probably pass
out on his favorite mistress.”
The familiar shimmer of magic brushed over every part of Jasmine
touching the tiger on her bed. Fur turned to flesh as the animal beside her turned
into a different kind of beast; one that enjoyed being stroked just as much, but in
a different sort of way.
“Let him, then.” The words began as a growl and progressed to a smooth,
velvety voice as the man lying beside Jasmine shook off the last bit of his animal
form. “We can enjoy the night together while the worthless cur drinks and ruts
himself into a stupor.”
Jasmine laughed and rolled to straddle her secret lover. Her fingers traced
the hard edges of the muscles on display beneath Rajah’s deeply tanned skin. His
golden gaze peered back at her from beneath heavy lids as she removed the halter
top she wore and bared her breasts for him.
A quick flick of Jasmine’s wrist discarded the flimsy piece of material off
the side of the bed and her hands came up to cup the ample bosom it had
covered. She rolled her nipples between her fingertips as fireworks exploded in
the sky outside.
“That celebration should be for you, my love. They should be cheering your
name.”
Rajah grunted and slipped his thumb between the delicate pink folds that
rode what was fast becoming an impressive erection. He found her nub and
Jasmine moaned low in her throat for him as he traced lazy circles around it.
“You know… I love these crotchless pants you’ve taken to wearing.”
A throaty laugh slid past Jasmine’s lips as she arched above him and rolled
her hips forward in a silent plea for more. Her thumbs brushed idly over the tips
of her breasts until the nipples peaked.
“Only for you.”
The thick cock pressed between her thighs bucked at Jasmine’s words. A
low growl rumbled from her lover as she moaned and a rush of her juices coated
the length of him. Rajah gripped Jasmine’s hip with his free hand and ground
hard against her.
“Damn right. You’re mine and that little prick had best thank his lucky
stars I don’t rip him to shreds next time he…”
 Jasmine bent forward and silenced him with a torrid kiss. She lifted her
hips and they both groaned as he found her entrance and pushed inside. The first
stroke, as always, was long and slow as her body adjusted to the sheer size of him.
Hand freed from between them, Rajah held Jasmine’s hips still as he
pumped up into her and stretched the tight fit to accommodate him. Sweat broke
out on his brow as he hungrily devoured her mouth while her other lips
swallowed up every inch of his cock.
Finally, he was seated to the root inside of her and was able to plunder her
tight pussy as hard and fast as he knew his princess liked.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Harder, Raj, harder.”
Rajah groaned but complied with Jasmine’s request. The sound of their
flesh slamming together echoed throughout the room and melded with the
symphony of gasps, moans and pleas for more they both emitted.
“Jas. On your knees.” The were-tiger huskily ground out his demand. “I
want you on your knees.”
Reluctantly, Jasmine lifted off her lover’s shaft and moved towards the
ornately carved headboard. Her fingers wrapped around the thick curlicues and
she thrust her round bottom up for Rajah as he moved in behind her.
Strong hands gripped her hips and Jasmine braced for what she knew was
coming. She liked her sex hard and rough but, no matter how ready she was for
him, the first thrust when Rajah screwed her from behind always hurt just a bit
more than she preferred.
The wide tip of him pushed inside and Jasmine braced for what was
coming next, but it never came. She frowned, looked over her shoulder and
stopped cold as her eyes rested on the angry face of her husband.
“Aladdin. It isn’t what you think. I can explain.”
One pointed, white slipper tapped impatiently on the marble floor.
Aladdin flashed his teeth at her and Jasmine scrambled to cover herself.
“Oh, I know exactly what it is and it’s exactly what I think you’re doing.
The question is, darling Jasmine, how long have you been screwing him? More
importantly, can I watch while he crams that giant cock into your tight little
pussy?”
Jasmine gaped at Aladdin. Her eyes darted to Rajah and the blank
expression on his face.
“You can let me watch, or I can take this interesting little tidbit to your
father and see what he has to say about your indiscretion. Which will it be, my
dear?”
Rajah surprised her when he leaned close and whispered, “Let him watch.
I’ll show the little runt how a real man fucks his woman. You wanted a piece of
tail tonight, here’s your chance to get it.”
“But, Ra…” Jasmine began to protest but was cut off by one of Rajah’s
fingers over her lips.
“Do not say my name,” he whispered. He glanced over his shoulder at
Aladdin and turned back to Jasmine. “He doesn’t know who I am and it’s best we
keep it that way.”
Aladdin huffed from the end of the bed and Jasmine peeked around
Rajah’s broad shoulder to look at him. The very sight of him disgusted her; from
the lank strands of hair dangling from his crooked hat, the wine stained shirtfront
and cuffs to the dingy pants that hung limp from his scrawny hips.
“Well?” he blinked at her. “What’s it going to be? Put on a show or suffer
Daddy’s wrath?”
“Very well. Have it your way, Aladdin.” Jasmine turned her almond shaped
eyes back to her lover and smiled seductively at Rajah. “Come on, handsome.
Let’s give the street rat a show he’ll never forget.”
A shiver ran down her spine as Jasmine recognized the predatory glint in
her lover’s eyes when he hauled her into his arms and bent to kiss her. Tilting her
face up to his, Jasmine parted her lips and welcomed the ferocious assault as
Rajah crushed his lips to hers. His tongue invaded her mouth and the sheer
carnality of the kiss re-opened the floodgates of desire.
She forgot about the man standing a few feet away as Rajah slid a hand
between the panels of her pant legs and inserted two thick fingers into her
already dripping wet core.
Jasmine slid her arms around her tiger’s shoulders and held him close.
Her blood red lacquered nails dug into the muscles of Rajah’s shoulders as they
bulged and flexed beneath her fingertips.
“Cum for me, Jas; prime that sweet little pussy so I can fuck it until you
scream.”
“Yes.” Jasmine panted. “Yes. God, yes.”
He played her body like an instrument and Jasmine writhed beneath him.
His thumb stroked the tiny bundle of her clit while his fingers plundered and
stretched her sheath.
Rajah curled his fingers inside of Jasmine as he pulled them back. His
fingertips pushed against the small, irregular patch of skin of her G-spot and
Jasmine came in his hand as her cries and moans echoed in the large chamber.
Between one pant and the next, Jasmine found herself face down on the
mattress with her ass in the air. The thick tip of Rajah’s cock pressed at her
opening and she gripped the sheets as he pushed inch after inch of rock hard
flesh inside of her.
Each firm thrust forward sent ripples of pleasure through Jasmine’s body
until she had to bite the pillow beside her to keep from screaming loud enough to
bring the guards running in.
“I never get enough,” Rajah groaned as he withdrew and slammed back
inside of her. “Never enough of how tight you are, Jas.”
Jasmine grunted into the pillow and lifted her backside higher for him.
Her entire body shook with each thrust; her breasts hung down just enough that
Jasmine’s nipples rasped against the soft silk of the sheets and fanned the flames
burning in her veins to fever pitch.
“More. Please,” she begged.
Her pleading was rewarded with a sharp smack on the backside and a
growl.
“More, what?”
Jasmine mewled and gritted her teeth against the pain. She looked over
her shoulder and met his gleaming golden eyes.
“Harder. Faster. Please?”
 Rajah grinned fiercely and withdrew from inside of her. Jasmine’s legs
pushed together and squeezed her sex, the scent of her arousal filling the room. ,
He rose up on his knees and slammed down deep inside of her with a grunt.
“So damn tight.”
The sound of flesh pounding against flesh filled the room. Cries, groans
and moans of pleasure echoed off the walls as Rajah gave Jasmine exactly what
she’d asked for and then a little bit more.
When it finally came, the orgasm that ripped through Jasmine was
stronger than anything she had ever experienced before with her tiger lover.
Every muscle in her body quivered as the spasms that began in her core radiated
outward. It overrode every other nerve impulse and focused her entire
consciousness on the incredible sensations between her thighs.
A loud shout from behind her accompanied the heated rush of Rajah’s
release as he spent inside of Jasmine. There would be bruises on her hips where
he gripped her but she was too immersed in their mutual pleasure to care at the
moment.
Loud clapping broke Jasmine from her lust infused haze as she and Rajah
collapsed to the mattress. Her head turned and caught sight of Aladdin lazing at
the end of her bed.
His small cock lay semi-flaccid against the front of his pants and the thick,
whitish globs on his abdomen proved that he had enjoyed their little display as
much as she and Rajah had.
“Lovely. Great show, my dear.” Aladdin picked up his shirt and wiped at
the evidence on his skinny midsection. “I always knew there was a dirty little slut
beneath the haughty princess façade you put on.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, get out, Aladdin.” Jasmine brushed a thick
skein off hair from her face and closed her eyes for a moment as she listened to
the powerful beating of Rajah’s heart beneath her ear.
“I’ll be back. That was a delight to watch and I think--“
“You think nothing.” Rajah growled. “You will stay away from Jasmine or
I’ll have her tiger sicced on you. We both know how loyal Rajah is to his
mistress.”
The quick shuffling of feet and soft click of a door told her that Aladdin
was gone. She opened her eyes to look up at Rajah. His lips split into a wide grin
that turned to laughter.
“We need to do that again.” He kissed her lips and caressed Jasmine’s
flushed cheek. “That was some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”
She patted his cheek and smiled. “It was, indeed. Now come, my
handsome tiger, I am in need of a warm bath.”