5 Works in Conrad Veidt
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.
- Part 22 of Of Roses Unfurling
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4 Jul 2017
Yassamin blinks as she takes in the sight that greets her in the shabestan.
"You are not serious."
Jaffar but grins at her, his prick waving hello to her as he sits naked, cross-legged on the floor in his magic circle.
But his isn't the only prick now greeting her: for this magic circle consists of twelve different phalli, all arranged in a perfect circle around him. Phalli of all shapes and sizes, crafted of stone, gum, leather, wood; most of them but pleasure-tools she is intimately familiar with, but she thinks she can spy a few ritual ones, too, as if this entire display wasn't horrendously pagan to begin with.
She puts her fists to her hips. "Care to explain this, husband?"
Jaffar encompasses the circle with a flourish of his hand. "Twelve pricks, one for each sign of the Zodiac, representing the signs' respective qualities," he says.
And indeed, the pricks sit neatly in the carefully drawn wedges and squares that make up his magic circle, all of these wedges filled with sigils and symbols astrological and alchemical.
- Part 21 of Of Roses Unfurling
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20 May 2017
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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24 Apr 2017
Now, Connie leans onto his right side a little, moving Baz's legs, guiding him into a sideways position, face to face. "How does that feel?" he asks.
Baz is not sure if he can come like this, but he's not sure if that's even Connie's intent; however, when he decides to wrap his right leg around Connie's waist, something happens inside of his hips and his eyes roll back in his head. He freezes, shuddering; Connie decides to try for a slow thrust, and now all Baz can see is white, all the hair on his body standing on end.
"That's very good," Connie drawls, and just keeps going, calm and easy and slow and sweet, even if Baz is going to utter pieces around him. Now, Connie can deliver only the shortest of thrusts; yet the tightness, the heaviness, the pressure against Baz's prostate is incredible. Baz can only hang on for dear life, his mouth gaping open wide; all of him is open wide, open, open for Connie to fill again and again and he loves this ridiculous gangly German bastard and he wants to weep.
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21 Dec 2016
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.
"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."
- Part 17 of Of Roses Unfurling