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The plan had been for Aladdin and Anna to stay in Agrabah while Jasmine enjoyed Arendelle, but barely a week went by before the Sultan insisted it wasn’t good for a husband to stay away from his wife for so long if he could help it. He had little idea what Aladdin and Anna and the others got up to, but he was adamant that Aladdin take the carpet and fly Anna back home, and to stay there himself with Jasmine for as long as he wished. The Sultan was clear that he could look after Agrabah quite well on his own, without any prince or princess helping out.

And so, scant hours after they’d packed and set off, Carpet landed them in the courtyard of Arendelle’s castle, where Anna quickly calmed down the guards about the unexpected intrusion. She was practically bouncing on her heels, wanting to see her husband, but admirably managed to restrain herself long enough to direct Aladdin to the guest quarters where Jasmine would almost certainly be housed. Then she took off like a shot, going to reunite with her husband.

Aladdin laughed to see her go. It wasn’t that he was any less enthused to see Jasmine again, it was just that it all reminded him of an old joke’s punchline. ‘Son, let’s walk down the hill and fuck all the cows.’

***

“I see negotiations have been proving fruitful,” Aladdin said, his jocular voice interrupting the heavy breathing and squeaking bedsprings that had led him to his princess.

Jerking her head away from Elsa’s gushing sex, Jasmine twisted around on the bed to see her husband’s familiar figure standing in the doorway.

“Aladdin! What are you doing here?” she stammered, too surprised at the moment to be glad to see him. She’d been very immersed in what she’d been doing.

“I don’t know,” Aladdin replied. “I think I’m helping you out?”

Now Jasmine’s mind caught up with her shock and she smiled at him, both with good humor and pleasure at seeing him. “I don’t think I need any help.”

Elsa lifted her head to look at what had caused the interruption, now that her mind had caught up with the cessation of the pleasure she felt. One look at Aladdin and she knew why Anna spoke so highly of him. He was as suave and elegant as any nobleman, but without any of the pretenses or elitism that came with so much noble blood. She could see the same directness and honesty that had drawn Anna to Kristoff, but much less roughhewn. This man may have been a street rat, but he’d long since shaken off the streets, leaving only a sly, nimble charmer whose offer Elsa was anxious to take him up on.

“Maybe I could use some help,” Elsa suggested.

Jasmine was almost offended for a moment to be thrown over for a man, but she could concede that Aladdin was quite the looker, and with the skills to back up his handsomeness. She smiled beguilingly at Aladdin, now not just inviting him over, but demanding his presence. “You heard her, street rat. Get your clothes off. You have two lovelorn women to please.”

Aladdin smirked back at her, now playing hard to get as he crossed his arms amusedly. “By Allah—you ladies think you can just snap your fingers and there’ll be a man at your beck and call, don’t you?”

“We are royalty,” Elsa pointed out.

“Then why do you act like two bellydancers who need to pay off debts?” Aladdin insisted, and Elsa’s ears burned even as Jasmine’s smile widened. It was clear all their teasing and taunting was a form of foreplay—one Elsa didn’t share, so she wished they would just get on with it.

Focusing her power, she sent out a bolt of energy that froze Aladdin’s belt solid. With its chill burning into his skin, he quickly pulled his pants down, his engorged manhood bouncing out into the open. So there he was, standing naked before the bed, his erection jutting out starkly.

“Come on down here,” Jasmine urged him, tugging Aladdin down onto the bed between herself and Elsa. “Now, if I recall correctly, I was eating Elsa here out. Care to help me?”

Without waiting for an answer, Elsa seated herself on Aladdin’s chest, holding her saliva-wet cunt inches from Aladdin’s mouth. “Go ahead. Help her out,” she said impatiently.

Aladdin looked to Jasmine for one final confirmation, but she had already started to suck on his prick. Even as he savored her skill, Elsa grabbed him by the hair and jerked him to her sex. He eagerly obeyed, ramming his tongue deep inside her.

“Oh God yes!” Elsa panted. “Lick me, you son of a bitch! Make me come like I did for your wife!”

For a bare moment, Aladdin thought of how his wife was presently sucking him off as he ate Elsa out—it seemed insane. But the more he tasted Elsa, the more she clenched and warmed on his tongue, the happier he was with the insanity.

Jasmine liked it as well. Sharing Aladdin with Elsa gave his body a new and erotic excitement as she licked and lapped at his stiff cock. Knowing that Elsa’s moans were coming from Aladdin’s tongue running through her inner folds, that the lovely young cunt she herself had enjoyed was being enjoyed just as much by her husband, made her hotter and hotter, even with no one touching her. If only Anna were here, she thought. I need the whole damn set!

“That’s enough of that,” Aladdin suddenly announced, pushing Elsa gently back until she obligingly rolled off his chest, her sex clenching as it left his talented tongue behind. “Jasmine, lie down. It’s Elsa’s turn to eat that gorgeous little cunt of yours.”

“And what are you going to do?” Elsa demanded, still taken aback by how he’d left her in the lurch. “Just watch?”

“I’ll do whatever I want to with you, bellydancer,” Aladdin told her, giving her a swift clap on the ass. “I know exactly how to handle your family.”

“And she does like to be handled,” Jasmine tittered, getting down on her back for Elsa. “Come here, your highness. Let me see if I can’t help you stop missing Aladdin’s clever, clever mouth…”

Elsa crawled on top of Jasmine, not stopping until she was between Jasmine’s legs, her face buried once again in Jasmine’s cunt.

“Ahhhhh!” Jasmine moaned enthusiastically, her eyes drifting shut as she felt Elsa’s wonderful tongue traveling over her slit. She opened them again as she prepared to return the favor, and dreamily saw Aladdin kneeling down behind Elsa’s well-rounded ass. As she realized what was about to happen, a warm rush of excitement poured through her. Aladdin might not be about to ‘just watch,’ but she would quite enjoy the show.

“You look ready to be fucked,” Aladdin growled, seizing Elsa’s buttocks and kneading the soft swell of her ass.

“I was ready for your mouth,” he heard Elsa say wetly, and then he worked his member up between her thighs, up into her tender sex. Elsa moaned into Jasmine’s pussy as Aladdin pierced into her, then thrust her ass back against him, impaling herself to the hilt on the manhood that should be fucking the very cunt she was eating. The depravity of it was even more delicious than her trysts with Anna and Kristoff.

“Keep eating,” he commanded Elsa as he kept slamming himself into her, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock going further and further into her heatedly wet depths. And though Elsa’s eyes rolled back into her head as if jogged by Aladdin’s powerful thrusts, she forced herself to keep licking at Jasmine’s sex.

And to think, back home, I wasn’t even using my harem, Aladdin thought to himself. It was true what they said. Travel broadened the horizons.

He watched breathlessly as, down below the cunt he was plundering, Jasmine approached orgasm. He saw all the signs: her breathing became quick and shallow, her eyes grew hooded, and she desperately played with her own perfect breasts in an attempt to bring herself to climax just a little sooner. For a woman as passionate as Jasmine, an orgasm was almost as torturous as it was pleasurable.

“You’re almost there,” he told her encouragingly, still fucking wildly into Elsa. It was like he was fucking straight through her and into Jasmine by the way she was moaning. He felt his own explosion building in his loins, and hoped that he could get all three of them to share one single, simultaneous climax.

But Elsa cried out first, overwhelmed by Aladdin’s assault on her hungry sex. She started to orgasm, her cunt raining onto Jasmine’s face even as Jasmine’s own was left abandoned by Elsa’s head bucking and jerking away from it with helpless convulsions.

“Don’t stop!” Jasmine cried. “I need it! I need it so bad!”

“You’ll get it,” Aladdin panted as he fought to keep himself from surrendering to Elsa’s spasming pussy. He needed to stay here, even as he kept pleasuring her shuddering body. With her orgasm ending in pitched gulps of her twisting body, Aladdin rolled her off of his wife and eagerly mounted Jasmine’s waiting body.

“Oh, Aladdin!” Jasmine breathed happily as he brought himself, already well-lubricated with Elsa’s cream, to her empty cunt. Her legs flew up to lock around his hips, not willing to let him get away as Elsa had, and she drew herself up to be parted by his madly fucking prick. “Make me come!”

“You just had to ask,” Aladdin told her smoothly, wrapping his arms around her to hold their bodies together. He marveled at her soft warmth, wondering briefly how he could have let her go even momentarily for Elsa. As novel as other women were, they were nothing compared to his wife.

“Husband!” Jasmine panted, her eyes wide and misting with happy wetness as her orgasm roared back, stronger than ever. “I can feel you swelling inside of me!”

“I might’ve withheld my seed from Elsa, but I could never escape from you,” he gasped.

“Oh… come… come in my cunt! Nnnhhhh!” Jasmine moaned lovingly as they split an insane explosion between them, Aladdin’s seed jetting into her orgasmic cunt, her own cream splashing against his belly. 

Elsa could only watch, still wracked with pleasure and unable to move, as Aladdin was milked dry in Jasmine’s clenching pussy. He collapsed on top of her, aware only of the feel of her firm breasts against his muscular chest. Elsa felt dismay at not being able to join them, but at the same time, her satisfaction was far too sharp for her to be really disappointed.

“You two are beautiful,” she said huskily as the couple quivered together.

“So are you,” Jasmine said. “Although I guess we’ll have to give my husband’s wondrous idea another try when you’re more… used to how passionate he can get.”

“Anytime,” Elsa said. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Aladdin looked over at her, his eyes admiring her naked loveliness, from the full breasts still wet from Jasmine’s saliva to the juicy pussy reddened by his fucking.

“Sounds fun,” he said. “I think we will.”

Elsa finally found the strength to move, crawling across the bed to embrace them. The young couple welcomed her into their arms, and as they fell asleep, Elsa enjoyed the dizzying fantasy of doing this again and again and again—of returning to Agrabah with them as a love slave, a harem of one for both their beautiful bodies.

Wrong as it was to think about, it made her almost lustful enough to go another round with them, and when she slept, she dreamed of doing just that.

***

No sooner had Anna barreled into Kristoff’s room then she saw him seated in a corner, warming his feet by the fire. She practically hurled herself between his legs, placing her hands on his knees.

“Show me your cock,” she said, drumming her palms impatiently on his thighs. “I want it!”

Before he had time to ask what she was doing back in Arendelle, much less do as she’d said, Anna unzipped his pants and pulled out his long cock. It was every bit as good as she’d remembered, and seeing it, Anna banished the thought of Aladdin and all the pleasure his had brought her from her mind.

”God, you have such a good prick!” she whispered breathlessly, licking out to touch his knob with the tip of her tongue. 

“Oh God!” Kristoff nearly whimpered, looking down at Anna’s pretty face, made alluringly beautiful by the contrast to his brutishly oversized cock. “I can see you’ve missed me.”

“Not exactly,” Anna laughed. “I’m just eager to make a comparison.”

“Really? Because there’s no comparison between you and Jasmine,” Kristoff replied, his voice trailing off.

Anna flicked her forefinger against his scrotum. “There better not be! Unless, of course, I’m there for it…” She worked her tongue around the tip of his swelling shaft, suggesting impishly the kind of comparison she’d like to see made. 

“I always want you there. Here. Wherever, as long as I’m there.” Kristoff pulled Anna up and placed a long, lingering kiss on her lips. “What guy in his right mind wouldn’t want to be with you?”

Somehow, that jogged loose a memory of beautiful Aladdin, just as Anna’d been trying to put him out of her mind. He was in his right mind, certainly, so would he be with her, with all his smoothness, his romance, his beauty?

Making her first comparison, Anna thought that Kristoff was a better kisser than Aladdin. He seemed to be fucking her lips with his tongue, the act sending ecstatic shivers down to her pussy. She once again knelt down, now pulling her own clothes off and telling Kristoff to do the same with a beguiling look into his eyes. He did so, letting her run her eyes over his hard body to her heart’s content.

Whereas Aladdin was almost hairless, Kirstoff had a lush growth of brown hair that ran down his chest and fanned out over his belly. Anna nuzzled her face into his crotch, feeling his manhood spring to life against her cheek as his pubic hairs bristled against her lips.

“I like your body,” she whispered, running her chin over his strong thigh with its own abundant hair. “So big… and delicious… mmmmm.”

Kristoff nested his fingers in her hair to crush her face down onto his cock. He threw his head back, eyes closed, amazed at how fortunate he was as he felt her hot, sucking mouth traveling down his shaft, her lips slowly stretching and sinking on his girthy length.

“Goddamn!” he winced, feeling Anna pursing her lips around the root of his manhood. “I forgot how good you were at sucking cock—you must be the only girl who can take all of this!” He looked down at Anna, seeing his enormous member lost down her tightly rippling throat. 

Anna raised her head up off the length of his member, dropping her jaw low to let his cockhead flop out of her mouth. It was throbbing so hard that she seemed still able to feel it pulsing inside her throat. She ducked down to his huge, cum-filled balls and washed them in her mouth, first separately, then together, massaging them with her tongue and pinching cheeks. After a full minute, she spat out Kristoff’s scrotum and looked up at him.

“Musky… Elsa must not have been keeping you clean.”

“Elsa’s the one who usually gets them dirty,” Kristoff muttered as Anna licked her way back up to his thrumming knob. “But I don’t think even she loves them as much as you.”

“Yeah, that’s her problem,” Anna said, resisting the pressure of Kristoff’s body as he pumped his hips at her. “She just can’t appreciate a real big prick the way I can. Would you do something for me, Kristoff?”

“Anything, honey.”

“Face-fuck me?” Anna asked. “Aladdin’s just too gentle. I need your cock to ruin me.”

Kristoff pushed her back, down to the carpeted floor, and when she was on her back, he straddled her chest with his knees in her armpits. He leaned over her head, gouging his cock deeply between her lips. 

“Like this?” he asked her. “Like I’m fucking your slutty little pussy instead of that dirty mouth of yours?”

“Mmmmmmhm!” Anna groaned, feeling the throbbing base of his member brush up against her lips. His balls dragged between her breasts and rested heatedly against her throat, vibrating with all the cum that was waiting to fill Anna’s belly. She gave a moan of pleasure and put her hands on his hairy ass, thinking of how Kristoff was a lot like the hard-charging animals on the sleds he drove.

“You just really love cock, don’t you?” Kristoff grunted, feeding her his cock with hard jerks of his hips. “Or do you love gargling my cum down even more?”

In answer, Anna thrust herself down on his prick even harder, driving it to gag-inducing depths in her throat, her lips crushed against his pelvis. She felt like she was fully engulfed in his masculinity, hairy and hard and heated, just writhing with ecstasy to touch such a man.

“That’s good, Anna!” Kristoff cried, tightening the grip he had on her head, but holding himself back from jamming her down any harder on his cock. “Just… keep me in your mouth… I’ll give you a whole pint of cum to keep you warm!”

As he felt his loins tightening with the nearness of his relief, he hauled Anna back by her pigtails, holding her just clear of his groin as he started hammering himself down her throat. Anna gagged, wide-eyed, as he pistoned wildly into her throat, each stroke coming harder and more violent than the last. Soon, his hips were flying into her face in a blur, the sound of her gagging penetration and the fleshy smacking of his balls against her face filling the room.

“Suck, Anna!” he spat down at her. “Don’t tell me I have to teach you how to take my dick all over again!”

Anna wasn’t quite prepared for the violence of his lovemaking, but it was still wonderful—the sheer exuberance of his lust for her warming her even as a tingle of mounting climax rushed through her sex. She began rubbing between her legs with both hands, her panting breath coming faster as she tried desperately to breathe while it felt like Kristoff was fucking her lungs.

“Okay, my little cocksucking wife,” Kristoff breathed, feeling his balls swelling almost painfully. “You ready to have a pot belly?”

Anna nodded enthusiastically, every ounce of her strength now devoted to sucking on his dick. When she tasted the first glob of his seed that jetted out from his cockhead, her ecstasy burnt violently within her.

“Fuck!” Kristoff wailed, pumping into her mouth like a mating animal, pushing his cock halfway to her belly. “Unh! Unh! Take it, you cum-eating bitch! Suck it all!”

Anna was prepared for a lot of cum, but what he had to offer had to be more than any woman could take. Each ejaculation seemed to explode, splattering in every direction, some of it going up to her sinuses and flowing down her nostrils. More got into her cheeks, between her teeth, onto the roof of her mouth. From the corners of her lips, twin streams of his milky, glistening seed slowly oozed down her chin.

“Every… goddamn… drop!” Kristoff grunted, pumping away the energy of the last of his orgasm. He relaxed, easing his full weight down onto Anna’s face. “Looks like you do remember how to suck cock after all.

They lay there, molded together, Anna weakly sucking on his empty dick for a long while before Kristoff finally rolled off of her. There he laid on his back, taking deep breaths, his eyes closed in satisfaction. Anna was left with her mouth wide open, her tongue licking around and around her lips, swallowing all the stray cum that had escaped her.

“If that’s how hungry you were for cum,” Kristoff said, “you must be absolutely starving for some cock between your legs.”

“You’re right,” Anna said wickedly. “I should go find Aladdin…”

Kristoff pushed her onto her belly and knelt behind her. “No, he won’t be enough for you. You need a real fuck.”

Anna sighed as she rested her forehead on the cold stone past the carpet she was on, its chill bringing her body bracingly alive to wait Kristoff’s attentions. “I do. I do, I do, I do…”

“Maybe I should ween you off of that Eastern fucking,” Kristoff said, easing his cockhead between her legs. “Jasmine didn’t seem to care for my brand, so until you get used to it again, I’ll go nice and slow.”

“Do it any way you want,” Anna moaned, her passion overtaking her. “Just do it. Give me your big dick! I want you to show my pussy who owns it!”

Almost perversely gentle now, Kristoff spread her legs and pushed himself inside her entrance. He gave out a loud grunt of enjoyment as he felt her folds sucking tightly on his cock once more, and he thrust further inward.

“Damn!” he gasped. “I think Aladdin and Jasmine replaced my wife with a virgin.” He inched in the rest of his shaft, slipping and sliding inside of her until he felt his balls press against her opening. “Jesus fucking God, I can feel you stretching!”

“Maybe you just keep getting bigger and bigger,” Anna breathed. “Having that sexy Jasmine around could’ve given you a permanent swell!”

“Impossible,” Kristoff whispered, slowly withdrawing from her. “If that could happen, you would’ve done it to me a lot sooner.” And he plunged back inside.

Anna winced with delighted pain. “God, yes—feel like a brushing bride again—a little girl becoming a woman—fuck me like a virgin, Kristoff… Make me your wife all over again…”

“Oh, Anna, if I hurt you, I can’t help it,” Kristoff gasped, kissing the back of her neck as he carefully drove himself into her. He reached around to cup her breasts, massaging them soothingly in his big hands. “It’s just… so fucking hot… tight… feels like there isn’t even room!”

“Then make room,” Anna whispered, wiggling her ass against him, feeling even the vaguest stabs of pain inside her now being replaced with pleasure. “Give it to me hard… fuck the shit out of me!”

Kristoff slowly complied, building up speed as Anna became looser and looser around his thrusting prick—though that was still only a matter of degrees. It felt like he’d escaped a vise and ended up in a fisted hand. For both of them it was becoming more and more pleasurable, each stroke Kristoff made inside of Anna bringing them closer to ecstasy.

Almost without warning, Kristoff felt his balls well up, flooding into his shaft. He tightened the muscles of his loins to try and keep from ejaculating, but it was useless. He felt the first blast shoot out of his cockhead, and like a race had started, he thrust furiously into Anna with all the power in his hulking frame.

“Yes!” he shouted, feeling his own searing cum swim around his stabbing cock as he fucked through it to the back of Anna’s clenching sex. “Oh… shit… yeah!”

The very moment Anna felt his seed wetly push into the depths of her womanhood, she jerked with her own climax. She clutched at Kristoff’s fully entombed member, pulling and sucking and almost devouring his prick.

“Yessssss!” she wailed, biting her lower lip. “Pump me full, you stud! Fill me up!”

Kristoff heaved his body forward, grinding his cockhead against what had to be Anna’s womb as the last of his massive load fired out of him. Then he closed his spent body over Anna’s, locking his mouth against her neck in a long, bared-teeth kiss, lips smacking on her flesh even as he gasped for air, his face contorted as if in agony.

“Baby—baby—baby,” he moaned softly. “Sorry… I couldn’t take anymore…”

“I don’t think… I’ve been able to take anymore… for the last five minutes…” Anna gaped, so deliriously overwhelmed that she didn’t know what he was talking about. Why apologize for how fantastic he’d made her feel? Her sex was still throbbing deliciously, and it still felt full even with his pulsating cock slowly falling limp. Did he think Aladdin had more endurance than him?

He didn’t, did he? She couldn’t think to compare the two when she had no idea how much time had passed. The slow, dreamy seduction of her body by Aladdin’s had seemed to take hours, while Kristoff’s stampede of ecstasy into her was so taxing it felt like she’d barely been able to take any of it, no matter how long it had lasted.

“You’re the best,” she said finally, unable to make herself care about how they differed when she was allowed to partake of both, and Kristoff was her husband, and Aladdin was Jasmine’s. So what did it matter how attracted she was to Aladdin? 

But, thinking of him again, Anna felt a fresh stab of lust traveling through her, like an icicle being dragged over her naked body. And if he were there, right now, she’d make love to him immediately.