<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Jafar.jpg)</div><strong>[Jafar]<br/>[Agrabah Palace]<br/>Tagging: Rajah, Jasmine?</strong><br/><br/>The crow laughed, a throaty, malicious, human sound.<br/><br/>"Oh ho ho Princess! What a<em>concerned</em>guardian you have..." he relished the wicked thoughts the tiger's head contained, surprised further by it's imagination.<br/><br/>"Tell me you<em>loyal</em>beast, why not simply take what you desire?" his voice crooned, bu he pushed the thoughts forth into the tiger's already fertile imagination. Images of finding the Princess at rest, lounging as such women of privilege often do, and mounting her. Not just mounting but rutting, trapping her with his superior strength and size, giving her what she surely also desired... filling her up with his seed. No female would fight against that, and if they did, surely, it would be only in play...<br/><br/>Jafar smiled as he pushed and teased at the impulses the beast had already, building them, encouraging them, and pruning away the kindnesses and hesitation.<br/><br/>"Why don't you clean yourself up and find your mistress, surely she must miss your warm presence..." he suppressed another wicked laugh. This would certainly be a<em>fine</em>start to tormenting the little bitch, and he would have his own fun in time. For now, whether she was raped or, he mused, gave in to it, her<strong>dear</strong>husband could<em>never</em>find out. Jafar knew he was going to have to watch, at the very least to ensure the beast didn't have a change of heart at the last moment...