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Of Roses Unfurling by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, كتب الف ليلة و ليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights & Related Fandoms
10 Sep 2012
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She inhales the blue rose and forgets. Love she has yet to learn, and Jaffar is here to teach her.
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"What I mean, my dear," and he leans down to kiss her forehead, then her lips, "is that I am going to teach you a new lesson each night, until you are ready." He kisses her left breast, then her right. "Every night, we'll learn and teach each other." He goes down on one knee and kisses her belly. "Until, on the final night..." his mouth hovers over her bare, shaven sex, and she presses her thighs tighter together. She's wet, and she knows that he knows, that he can smell her.
"Yes?" She cannot keep her voice from shaking.
He presses his thumb into the top of her slit, looking up into her eyes, smirking. "On the final night, you'll be so open for me, so ready for me I can just slip inside of you." He presses his lips into her folds, flicking out his tongue, and her knees buckle from underneath her--
And then, just like that, he stops.
She screams in frustration, tries to grab his hair, but he's already on his feet, laughing, staggering back and licking his glistening lips. "I've already given you too much. Come to bed."
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- Part 1 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The King's White Falcon by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
29 Jan 2019
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"Come when you hear the call; come and return to the home of your soul. Like the king's white falcon, fly to your master's hand when you hear the sound of his drum. Come, come; let your soul return to the one who has always loved you."
Three years have passed, and her fairytale with Ahmad is coming to an end. Heartbroken, tired of living, Yassamin realises how much she has in common with the exiled Jaffar: someone trapped, stripped of his freedom and his dreams, locked in a gilded cage. Once word arrives that Jaffar is dying, she knows she cannot remain in Baghdad a day longer.
She has to make amends, yet little does she know of the entire new life that awaits her in Samarkand: the life of a woman cherished, respected, loved. Yet that all of this should await her in the arms of Jaffar, the beast she had been so terrified of? Perhaps--if only she can grow out of her own fear and her anguish, and brave the embrace of the dark sorcerer she had once hated with all her heart.
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- Part 1 of The King's White Falcon
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The Doctor runs away once again, but he cannot escape himself. He and the Master find each other in a distant province of medieval Persia, where the Master has sown the seeds of his ambitions. There, they must learn both rebirth and victory can only come through surrender and sacrifice.
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire.
Your essence is gold hidden in dust.
To reveal its splendor you need to burn in the fire of love. -
The Secret Orchard by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
18 Feb 2013
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Know that I await your tender kisses; know that I await the sweet safety of your embrace, but know that I also await him. Oh, yes, I await him. I have missed his feline steps in our bedchamber, have missed his shadow falling over me, have missed his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he takes me without mercy. He is everything I feared about my old witch-suitor; he is everything that makes my heart leap in exquisite terror still. He is my dark prince in the mirror, the shadow in my garden, the one whose gaze was always upon me like an angel's--or a devil's. I have not known him for a long time. Tell me the wait is over. Tell me tomorrow I shall meet him again.
Jaffar and Yassamin are separated for weeks and correspond through a series of erotic love letters. Once they are finally reunited, their mutual longing has grown so great it is not easily sated. Both desire to possess the other to the fullest, to the point where taboos and mores no longer matter.
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- Part 3 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Past Forgotten by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
27 Mar 2017
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To spare Ahmad's life, Yassamin offers to marry Jaffar, despite loathing him from the bottom of her heart. To her, Jaffar is a demon, yet she soon discovers Jaffar is a man tormented by demons of his own: the nightmares of his past. His love for her relates to those demons in some way, but how? Now that he is king, he could have any woman he wanted, yet he chose her and only her. Why is he so obsessed with her?
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"Why me?" she asks.He casts down his eyes, his lashes sharp and jagged upon his cheeks. "Because I am an old fool," he sighs. "When I first saw you in my crystal, I thought I had found something I'd lost." He lifts his gaze but says no more, swallowing thickly, as if the words were sticky in his throat.
Found what? "Jaffar. Tell me."
He shakes his head. "It was but an illusion. An illusion I projected upon the princess in my crystal, nothing to do with the woman who sits with me here today."
"What did you see in your crystal?"
For a long while, he hesitates, then moves his hand to her temple.
"I wish I knew. Would you allow me to try and find out?"
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Bird of the Wilderness by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work, كتب الف ليلة و ليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights & Related Fandoms
22 Aug 2013
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Are there things even a magician could not, or should not meddle with? As her old demons return to haunt her once more, Yassamin feels as if she is surrounded by nothing but illness, suffering and death. It is for the sake of Jaffar and his love that she is pushed into defying her own limits and those of Nature itself.
With the fervour of a madwoman, she entertains visions in her mind of finding a spell, a ritual to balance the scales of their years.
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- Part 2 of The King's White Falcon
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Gardens Beyond Byzantium by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
02 Oct 2013
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Once upon a time, he must have been the most beautiful of youths, but it was the man in him I wanted: you remember my foolish attempt to lure him to my bedchamber with the promise of a boy. Even if it was I who had wanted to play the boy to him, to taste the kiss of a moustachioed, stubbled face, to feel his adult man's weight settling between my legs. And now, he was offering me his wife, it seemed; was keen to devour us both.
The Byzantine ambassador returns to visit Jaffar and his queen and is enamoured of them both. It is one thing to desire a king and his queen, but another to show it--could acting upon his desire mean losing his head?
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- Part 4 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Defy Not the Stars by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
01 Nov 2014
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Grand Vizier Jaffar the Barmakid has sworn to never love a woman again, having chosen a life of wine and debaucheries instead. However, his vows are put to the test the day the Caliph asks him to serve as a matchmaker for himself and the beautiful princess Yassamin. For it is not the young Caliph Yassamin's heart stirs for, but the notorious Barmakid prince himself.
The stars themselves decree Jaffar and Yassamin must love each other, yet it is an affair that could cost them their lives. Separated by harem walls, court intrigues and a brutal civil war, will even Jaffar's magic be enough to help love emerge victorious?
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The Orchid's Unfolding by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
14 Nov 2015
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On an amorous whim, Jaffar experiments with sex-changing magic; however, this ends up changing both him and Yassamin in unexpected ways. There is no true transformation or growth without pain, yet both are willing to walk through fire for the sake of their love: an entire new life and a profoundly deepened understanding of each other await them on the other side.
He laughs, a little wryly. "You know how they say that losing one's prick is every man's greatest fear, but now that I have felt what your womb feels during lovemaking, it seems to me that the Greeks were right. It is as Tiresias said: a woman's pleasure is greater than a man's. A womb is a terrible thing to waste," he says, smiling. "You know, I have the distinct feeling that once it's my turn, you will have to fight me to turn me back into a man."
She swallows her tears and sits back on the bed, gazing at him, caressing his flanks with her feet. "You were always the more two-sexed one of us, beloved wife," she sighs. "But come, enough. As we agreed. Give me of your magic, my love; give me the prick you would have me take you with."
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- Part 8 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Garlands of Sapphires, Fountains of Joy by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
18 Jan 2016
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After years of peaceful family life in Samarkand, Yassamin's desire for women bursts into flame once more. Enter Zainab, a young widow as lustful as she is beautiful; she sets out to seduce both Yassamin and Jaffar, to prove herself the greatest libertine in the land. However, Jaffar's pride cannot abide this; he is determined to prove Zainab wrong.
For weeks, now, Yassamin has dreamt of women, this old lust in her that she had thought had died now stirring, alive once more. She awakens from dreams of soft breasts, bellies, buttocks; her mouth dry after visitations of plump mounds, wet folds, the pink flowers of gleaming cunnies from which she had been drinking nectar. She lies in bed and masturbates, imagining the scent of her cunny another's, tasting her fingers and imagining she has just brought another woman to completion.
Yet she wants more, and she cannot keep on lying to herself about this, cannot keep it from her husband. Tearfully, she tells him everything, pours all of her desires over his heart, asking him if she is a bad woman, an unfaithful wife, unnatural.
"But, my child!" he hugs her close and kisses her tears. "Then we shall find you a woman."
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- Part 9 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Autumn's Fruit Bitter and Sweet by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
13 Jun 2016
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It is the eve of Mehregan: both Fadl and Zainab arrive to visit Jaffar and Yassamin for the feast. Erotic tension crackles between them like lightning; however, in his drunken lust, Fadl behaves most atrociously. Yassamin and Zainab set out to teach him a lesson in humility--and respect for women.
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It'll be a miracle if we survive tonight without it all degenerating into an orgy, Jaffar thinks at Yassamin.
Yassamin giggles at him drunkenly. You know, I'm not so sure I would mind.
He rolls his eyes. My God. It's contagious! "Behave yourself, woman," he mutters, even if she can see a spark in his eyes, the illicit excitement awakening in him at the prospect.
"Ooh, I don't know," Fadl purrs, devouring Zainab with his eyes. "I like a woman who's not afraid to be a little... scandalous. I've spent so much time with the pagans, methinks; I must confess I find a certain charm in the ways of the barbarian female."
Zainab bursts into rich laughter. "You were yourself pagans but a few generations ago, Barmakid. I heard tell it was the custom among you for brothers to share but the one wife," she says pointedly, twirling a golden lock of hair between her plump little fingers.
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- Part 12 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Garden of Gazelles by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
27 Jun 2016
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By his witchcrafts he scents her heat, pursuing her into the moonlit garden; there, he ravishes her a man made of shadows, a demon, a ghost.
No matter how many years pass, there are still nights upon which their love is tempestuous, violent; where Desire will not await a coy maiden but will surge forth a ravisher. It is the love of clashing teeth that cut the lip, of clothes burning the skin as they're torn, of mouths panting wet from blood and secretions, exuding moans strange and terrible like heathen incense.
Yassamin's heart races faster than her feet as she runs from Jaffar through the corridor; the shadows of pillars, lattices, bushes flickering about her as if hands, bodies reaching out to touch her: she is so heated she can feel each one a touch upon her skin, like a crowd of vulgar caresses.
Yet there is one shadow that is warmer than the rest, one shadow with its sweet cruelties familiar to her flesh, one shadow more alive than its brothers with its hands reaching out to squeeze her breasts, sore and heavy from premenstrual heat. She has not seen him, heard him but she knows he is there: Jaffar, her sorcerer, Jaffar, her beast; Jaffar, her master, her king.
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- Part 13 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Emerald Meadows by Snowgrouse for Noki the cat
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
07 Aug 2016
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Jaffar's family comes to terms with the death of Yassamin's cat. Zumurrud's led a long, happy life but is finally crushed by age and illness; it falls to Jaffar to make her passing as painless and as merciful as possible. Yet none could ever have expected to see what they now do as a cat's soul is freed from its mortal bonds by their loving hands.
Softly, Yassamin caresses the cat's head. "Can she hear us?"
It startles Jaffar that she doesn't peek inside of Zumurrud's mind herself, even if she could've easily done so: he realises Yassamin's in too much pain and anguish to even attempt it. Her heart is breaking for Zumurrud, for the children, for Jaffar; yet, Jaffar knows that now, it is he who has to take control of this moment. It is he who now has to be the strong father and wise man who leads his family through this with his wisdom, his compassion, his care.
Therefore, even if he is close to weeping himself, he steels himself--he has to be able to concentrate for the sake of easing Zumurrud's pain, that of everyone in the room.
He brings his hand to Zumurrud's head and brushes it with his fingertips, so small and fragile underneath his huge hands.
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- Part 15 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Fields of Longing by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
14 Aug 2016
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Jaffar takes in a cheetah cub and sets out to teach him how to hunt. However, a spirit-bond with a wild beast has its dangers: Yassamin and Salsabil become drunk from the chase, swooning from blood. Even Yassamin's desires begin to turn more brutal, she behaving so very unlike herself; while Jaffar but relishes this at first, Yassamin soon realises she has to control this blood-intoxication for the sake of herself and her children.
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"His name is Ishtiaq," Jaffar says as he lifts the squeaking bundle out of his saddlebag, himself still dusty from his hunting trip.
"Ishtiaq?" Yassamin asks. Has he found a child, exposed in the plains? She's not sure what to think about this, shocked as Jaffar cradles the little bundle in his arms, cooing at it tenderly.
"Come," he says, his eyes twinkling with happiness, his face alight, like the day the twins were born. "Look. Isn't he beautiful?"
He unfolds the blanket a little. There's another squeak, and it's then that she realises this is no human child: it's the cub of a cheetah. It looks at her with its yellow eyes and kneads the blanket with its paws, chirping mournfully like a bird.
"Oh, my God, Jaffar! You gave me a fright."
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- Part 16 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Temple of Anahita by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
08 Oct 2016
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Jaffar sets off on the flying horse to save his reluctant princess from the perils of the desert. However, his brave rescue doesn't go as smoothly as planned, and the bickering pair end up having to spend the night in a cave. A cave which turns out to have been an ancient temple to a goddess of love, still exuding very powerful vibrations indeed.
Jaffar tuts a little, pretending to consider her. "The eyes are a little crooked." Shamelessly, he devours Yassamin's body with his eyes, gesturing for the slavers to turn her around. "Let me see her behind--ooh, what a pity," he croons and slinks his hips. "It is a little on the flat side. Well, I suppose I could let her keep the outfit; pretend she was a boy," he says and slaps her playfully on the rump.
At that, Yassamin shrieks, turns around and spits in his face. But he had been expecting that: oh, the shock upon her face as he wipes off her spittle and inhales it through his mask!
"Well, well, well," he laughs, rocks his hips to pleasure himself and takes her chin in his still-wet hand. "A girl after my own heart," he drawls and narrows his eyes; "the sort who needs a little breaking in."
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For You Have Seen Your Golden Wings by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
13 Nov 2016
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He, her spirit, her sorcerer now whispered to her of everything that was denied to her and everything that she yearned for with all her heart: namely, worlds and experiences beyond the walls and the latticed screens of the harem.
It was nothing more and nothing less than freedom itself that now hovered sweetly about her, as if the great wings of the Simurgh about to crown an emperor with the divine halo of kings, to invest in him power over the entire earthly sphere. And it was then that she realised, with a tightening in her chest that there, in the shadows, reflected in this ghostly man, her very own majesty stood, with a power that terrified her and raised the hair on her arms, made a shiver pass through her entire being. Knowledge itself was he who now looked down upon her with expectation and mirth and a surely-lewd smile she couldn't see, his spirit-form gliding past her.
Life, Life itself rushing and bubbling and gushing forth a river of wine, sparkling and rippling with a passion deep and scarlet, his rich ripeness now stood there beside her, offered: himself a lush bowlful for her to nourish herself with, sate herself with, intoxicate herself with.
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Rivers of Light, Bowers of Gold by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
21 Dec 2016
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Jaffar takes on his female form during lovemaking once more, bathing in the spiritual insights of the experience. His new knowledge, however, is put to the test by the sudden appearance of Fadl, near-dead from battle and grief: it is with their magic and a night of opium-filled sensual revelries that Jaffar and Yassamin return him to himself once more.
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"Is it true what they say about opium, then? That you forget all your woes; see but the best in everyone and everything?"
"All that and more. Remember the ecstasies we had as boys? It'll give you that, but without days of fasting. Philosophers say it connects man with his God-self, brings out the best in him, inclines him to do good, strengthening rather than dulling his moral faculties: the very opposite of alcohol." He sends to Fadl his memories from when he'd comforted Yassamin in her monthly pains: lying spooned together in bed with her in a haze of opium, soothing her pain with his embrace.
Even if Fadl doesn't say it, Jaffar can feel a sting of jealousy in his heart, a yearning this vision has now lit inside of him; in that moment, he knows the perfect means through which to comfort him tonight.
"Take opium with us, brother."
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- Part 17 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Blue Rose of Remembrance by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
22 Jan 2017
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Poetry. An alternate ending to the blue rose scene, playing once more with the idea of Jaffar originally having been the djinni Yassamin so loved. This time, the rose is not one of forgetfulness, but a fragrance that reveals to her her hidden, suppressed memories of all those times he had come to her in his ghostly form.
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Behold--
The Blue Rose of Forgetfulness
Is to Yassamin of Basra become
The Blue Rose of Remembrance:For from its sweet fragrance
That so undoes the mind's defenses
Are like petals now unfurled
Memories hidden and suppressedAll these things she has until now
Hidden tightly under lock and key
Within the deepestmost chambers
Of her heart.For the outer world would have thought
Her a woman unchaste, a vile harlot
For so having loved her seductor invisible,
For so having enjoyed her debauchement:The whisper upon the breeze
That had set her heart alight,
The reflection she had been looking for
In every looking-glass,
Upon the surface of her pool in vain;
That soft kiss of lips fleshless and ghostly
Pressed to her neck in worship. -
A Lovers' Harvest by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
12 Feb 2017
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Jaffar and Yassamin celebrate their eleventh anniversary, revisiting the games they'd played as newlyweds: through Jaffar's hypnosis, Yassamin can live the part of an eager virgin and he her wicked, whip-wielding master once more.
That, and Jaffar has also dusted off Sarosh...
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"I would play the slave girl to you, my love: surrender myself unto you as completely as the believer's soul surrenders unto God."
Moaning, he captures her in a deep kiss. "I'd hoped you would say that," he laughs with the delight of a boy. But then, the boy is gone and his majesty, his lordship, his puissance ravishes her once more: he crushes her in his embrace, just like that first night.
As he pulls back, his eyes are heavy from desire and he is erect against her belly; just as her cunny's now tightening, aflutter between her legs. Hissing, he tugs upon her lower lip with his thumb; his eyes flash so pale his irises become as glass. Now, his voice is dark and sticky and coarse, pouring into her ears a black honey.
"Trust, wife, that I shall endeavour to master you until you lie at my feet weeping, hoarse from screaming, dripping with my seed from every orifice, begging me for mercy."
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- Part 18 of Of Roses Unfurling
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A Darkness in Bloom by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
12 Apr 2017
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When Yassamin is tormented by fantasies so dangerous she daren't even speak of them out loud, it falls to Jaffar to excavate them from her self. Once found, he vows to bring to life even the most perverse of her desires: he sets out to create for her multiple shadow-lovers with his magics, lovers human and animal, all ravishing her at once.
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"I am going to undo you," Jaffar tells her as he stalks around her with the gait of a great cat, tracing the soft nakedness of her belly with the tip of his cane. "So unravel you that none of this... wretch," he snaps and flicks her hair back with the cane, making her gasp and jerk back in her bonds, "shall remain."
He lets her dance there upon her toes for a moment, hanging as she does by her wrists in the centre of the room, suspended by his magic bonds from the low, vaulted ceiling.
Slowly, he drags the tip of his cane up to her throat, lifting her chin with it. "Just as an automaton that's rusted and damaged needs to be undone piece by piece to be cleansed, strengthened, mended, so am I to take you apart, piece by piece, until this mockery, this grotesque, this travesty of your true self is no more."
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- Part 19 of Of Roses Unfurling