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    His brother is as beautiful as a houri.

    And Fadl does not care if, in thinking this, he blasphemes: already the soft, sensuous veils of sin have wrapt themselves about his brain in the form of a heady, dark and rich date wine.

    For now, Jaffar, upon a drunken whim, has availed himself of all their sister's finery and made himself female.

    Knowing exactly how beautiful he is, beautifuller than any woman Fadl has ever seen, he now poses for his brother in the manner of the skilledmost of courtesans, singing-girls when they wish to drive their masters into erotic frenzies.

    And it is indeed a frenzy Jaffar now incites in Fadl's mind, heart and loins: never has he been to him as beautiful. Perfumed, night-black curls hang thick and heavy on either side of his face as if clusters of grapes; his skin shines soft, pale, luminous from rich creams and unguents made shimmering from powdered pearls. Anklets, bangles, necklaces, earrings, brow-chains, armlets, belts, rings upon his fingers and toes tinkle at his slightest movements, now chiming wildly the myriad tambourines of a heathen dance; a band of maenads he makes music there as he stretches, arches, sways in voluptuous delight.

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    The autumn stars always drive Yassamin mad from desire, mad: this year, her frenzy is of an altogether sodomitic nature. Jaffar, of course, is only glad to experiment with various treatments to help assuage her 'fever.'

    Yet, come Mehregan, the bloodied memory of Harun al-Rashid arises to torment both Jaffar and Fadl: they cannot keep the truth of the Barmakid tragedy from Zainab and the children any longer. How *did* they survive the massacre?

    Meanwhile, Fadl and Zainab's relationship deepens in unexpected ways...

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    Jaffar shares with Yassamin the vision spreading out before his eyes: her arse gaping open, filled to the brim with golden, sloshing oil; his hands leaving great golden smears on the white mounds of her buttocks, her fat rippling between his fingers as he clutches at her flesh.

    But he wants more, more, wants to make this arse into a feast before he takes it: now, he slaps and *claws* the oil into her buttocks, leaving red welts in his wake. She shivers as the oil tingles in the welts, healing them immediately; he laughs as he realises he's now competing with the oil, creating patterns with his hands only to have them instantly swallowed up by a golden glow.

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    Even if he's the one wearing the dress--a beautiful, white silk dress and silk stockings, with smooth-shaven legs underneath--Connie's the one who's ended up on top tonight. And very literally so: now, Connie is straddling Baz, kissing him, grinding into him, hard underneath his dress; determined, he is pressing Baz's wrists into the bed and won't let him move.

    All of this had happened naturally, somehow; inevitably. The moment Baz had shown up looking gloomy and tense--well. Connie had taken one look at him and had known that tonight, he needed to take charge, needed to undo that stupid anguish of his, those knots in his being.

    Even if it's but subconscious, both of them know that tonight's the night: tonight, Connie will finally take him. He wants Baz so much he isn't going to be satisfied with just taking the female role this time--well, depending on the female. For Connie is now also the woman who takes, the maneater, and Baz cannot help but think of the firm command with which Marlene had taken him to her bed.

    Therefore, after a little tumble upon the bed, it just so happens that Connie throws Baz face down upon the bed, yanks up his hips and buries his tongue in his arse.

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    A little Torsten/Laura vignette set at Magnus Barring's cottage, before the start of the main Devilry trilogy.

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    Laura Erika Barring has a crush: a crush on her own uncle.

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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: those of his own past. His ardent 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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    It is a day upon which he needs to be, has to be, must be a woman.

    From the very moment he awakens, the female humours in him cry out for a body to move in beyond this confinement of a crude, hard, angular body male; the moment he opens his eyes to Dawn, his female soul clamours for, riots for, demands for herself a space in which to live and breathe and be.

    Like a thief, he sneaks out of his own bedroom and leaves for the shabestan, the secret room at the back of it none but he know exists. Beyond magic runes and sigils has he hidden its shape, guiding the eyes and the bodies of others past it should they try and intrude, and these sigils he now draws in the air with impatience and great haste, a maiden hurrying to a tryst with a lover who is to her forbidden.

    For at the centre of this small room he now lights with his lanterns stands someone who is to him, indeed, forbidden: a mighty stele of Ishtar, Astarte, Venus, Aphrodite, Freyja, Hathor, Gauri, Sri--call her by whatever name you will, but this is forever she.

    Aye, the great She, Love Herself nude and bewinged; the great She that has always been and will forever be.

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    "The term is bisexual," Basil remembers Connie telling him that very first night they'd met, when they'd still been just friends. With frankness, Connie had told him this; with challenge, the way he'd looked into his eyes. As if he could see into his soul, see all his sins within, all the cocks sucked, all the frots that didn't end after public school. Before him lies a man who had lived his true nature openly in his Berlin days, loving both women and men, with a courage he could scarcely believe was real.

    Larry had warned Basil about Connie, if not in detail. But now that he knows the man himself, he can only imagine how formidable he must have been ten years ago, when he'd initiated Larry into all the sins of Berlin. Faggot or no, you wouldn't pick up a fight with a six foot three man with the bearing of an emperor, the eyes of a big cat, a man who could crush you with a glance.

    Those eyes are still staring into his in the twilight, the setting sun's rays refracting through them as if they were glass. As always, they demand honesty from him.

    "I know what I am," Connie had told him in no uncertain terms, that first night; "do you?" he'd asked Basil.

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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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    Jaffar and Yassamin build themselves a clockwork pleasure-doll, taking great delight in playing with their new silver lover long into the night. But eventually, even magical lovers must be laid to rest: for tonight, the time has come for Jaffar to finally take Yassamin's hand.

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    For an entire week, Yassamin watches him burn. She denies him her caresses, turns him from her bed, feeding that part in him that so thrives on anticipation, denial. And his fire stokes hers in turn, rippling into her body through their psychic bond: even as he tends to his affairs, plays with his children, works on his devices, she can feel the pulse of heated blood in his cock, the tightness in his sack, the stray moans held back in his throat. The heat that the retained sperm brings to the body as it rises up his spine, the magical power it builds up in the flesh and the nerves, all of him vibrating and humming with it, his touch electric: oh, but he is beautiful.

    Yet this is no ordinary denial-game, no ordinary lovers' tease: for now, at Yassamin's behest, Jaffar has started to stretch himself, make way in himself to finally take her hand.

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    A little missing scene of Fadl taking Yassamin, with Jaffar's gleeful assistance.

    "Hold her down," Fadl says to Jaffar without looking at him, smiling down at Yassamin instead. "Let's see how she moans when she feels truly helpless."

    And Jaffar adores this idea, marvels at this, as wicked as his brother: he sits cross-legged behind Yassamin's head and pins her wrists into the mattress with but a few swift spells. "There we are, my sweet," Jaffar grins down at her, and as Fadl begins to take her ever harder, Jaffar drinks her screams into his mouth with an upside-down kiss. He caresses her hair aside so that he might stroke her throat, his long fingers clasped on either side of it, studying her pulse, her heavy breathing. With the heat of his palms, with the depth of his kisses he swallows her very breath and her very heartbeat from her, his own body shivering with her ecstasy-shudders, his pleasure so deeply entwined with hers they are one.

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    Standalone vignette in the Devilry series: Laura's letter to a female friend she does not yet know, telling her about the dark, twisted, exquisite joys she reaps in her incestuous relationship with her Daddy. Prose poem to accompany a piece of very, very NSFW fanart.

    This is a letter I shall never post.

    Yet I want to pretend that there is another girl, somewhere, a girl like me, who will understand, an accomplice to whom I am now writing this letter.

    You, the friend I do not yet know, to you whom I can tell that my father–-yes, that man you had called handsome, a charmer–-is, in fact, my lover.

    You do not gasp in terror or titter in disbelief: you measure me with intelligent eyes, curious eyes, murmuring “Go on.”

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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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    Jaffar and Fadl spend one more night together, this time without Yassamin's intercedence. Fadl's bitterness rears its head once more; Jaffar does what he must to temper it, merciless in his love for his recalcitrant brother.

    "Don't think I'm done with you yet," Fadl moaned into my mouth as he turned me around and slammed me against the door, undoing the knot at my waist, reaching his hand between my legs so that he might push a finger inside of me.

     "Does this help?" I laughed in his face incredulously, tearing down his drawers in turn, clawing at his buttocks. "Yassamin told me she felt like the vessel of our reconciliation. Is it flesh that you require to sate your anger, to expel your rage into? Is that it? How many arses, Fadl, how many cunnies will it take until you are done?"

    "Just yours," he growled, spitting into his hand and working his prick with it. "Turn around."

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    Once Torsten and Laura know their song is coming to an end, their lust and their rage are unstoppable. Together, they set out to avenge themselves against a society that had sought to suffocate their desires--and to enjoy each last one of the world's pleasures to the fullest.

    Torsten was the Devil's gift to me, the greatest blessing I had ever known. He was the older, male half of my own self, the most perfect father, brother, friend and lover I could ever have hoped for. It was true that he had brought me up in his own image, but as it was an image that was identical to what had already lain dormant in me, he had been serving but Nature itself, serving my best interests, and I couldn't have been more grateful.

    In his sickness, he had been the healthiest alternative for me; in his perversion, he had protected my inborn deviant nature; in his insanity, he had been the only thing that had kept me sane.

    He noticed I was shivering and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Laura."

    I clutched at my father's pale hand, the hand of beauty, the hand of power, the only hand that could set me free. "Bind me."

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    As Jaffar's older brother arrives to settle old scores, Yassamin discovers dark truths about Jaffar's past. Both Jaffar and Fadl are men wounded, embittered; it is only through indulging in the greatest of sins--that of incest--that those wounds can be healed.

    "I can't believe what I'm hearing!" she says, rolling her eyes, but a perverse thrill now stirs within her womb. Perhaps it's exactly because this is dangerous; deliciously, suicidally dangerous. "Are you saying we should seduce him?"

    Jaffar closes his eyes, and she can feel him reaching inside of her, feeling for that perversity still swirling warm and bittersweet within her hips, pomegranate-dark at the back of her mind. He opens his eyes and quirks his eyebrow. "Somehow I do not think you would find it all that unpleasant, my Babylonian."

    She buries her face in his chest and groans. "Stop doing that, husband."

    "I will, once you stop trying to pretend you are indifferent to him," he laughs, a little bitterly. "At least we will burn in Hell side by side."

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