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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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    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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    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, it seems to me that the Greeks were right. It is as Tiresias said: a woman's pleasure is greater than that of 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 sides 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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    I had another, I told him:
    Another who had made me believe in magic,
    Another who had proved to me
    That there was such a thing as love at first sight;
    Another who would rescue me from my confinement,
    From this marriage my father had arranged for me,
    A man who would defy death itself to set me free:
    My another was,
    I told him in no uncertain terms,
    The key to my cage.

    "Oh, no, no, no,"
    My dread and dire suitor crooned
    As he stepped before me in all white,
    In the silken suit of the bridegroom.

    "Your another is a man--no, a boy I know well,"
    He purred as he strolled over to me a pard,
    Slinking his hips,
    His each step soft and precise;
    Had he had a tail,
    He would have curled it,
    I'm sure.

    "He would have chained your soul
    By binding it to custom,
    My sweetheart, my sweet love,
    My one who so for freedom yearns!"
    He laughed,
    His cruelty as sharply honed as his gait.

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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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    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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    Which one of us was more insane, he or I? Because I loved this, loved being violated over and over, giving myself to my beloved uncle, my beloved father over and over. I could have left him long ago, could have rejected his desires, but why should I have if those desires matched mine exactly? I laughed inside at the idea of what would have happened had Fate never brought us together. Would he have become a real molester, preying on true innocents instead of the child who was born a whore? Would I have burned myself to exhaustion seducing older men, none of whom would have dared give me this, the father-lover I had always sought?

    Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York's elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.

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    As I walked out of the church, the wind swept through the birches and it was as if the Devil himself had been sitting outside all this time, but waiting to whisper in my ear through the rustle of the leaves:

    "But you are better than the others, Laura Erika, so much better than this wretched flock of sheep; a woman who deserves a penthouse in a metropolis, not a drafty attic that looks upon dull fields of grass. You don't deserve a girl's flowery summer dress: you deserve furs, pierced ears from which hang chandeliers of diamonds; you deserve adoring men at your feet."

    Thus, the Devil spoke upon the warm summer wind and rapt, I listened, breathed him in.

    ***

    Laura Erika knows she is different, knows she is not an ordinary girl, knows she is destined for greatness. The only one who has ever truly understood her desires and ambitions has been her favourite uncle, Torsten, the black sheep of the family. He has the means to give her the decadent life she yearns for; she has the wealth and the innocence he craves to sink his claws into.

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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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    That night in their tent, he takes her like a boy.

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