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Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
02 Oct 2013
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?
- Part 4 of Of Roses Unfurling
Fandoms: Romeo and Juliet (1936), Thief of Bagdad (1940), Romeo And Juliet - Shakespeare, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
26 Dec 2016
In both his sleep and in his waking is Tybalt of the Capulets a man haunted: yet not by the spirits of all those he's slain, but a demon sent from Hell to tempt him with all his forbidden desires.
It is the ghost of a Moorish sorcerer, out to devour his soul.
Even now, within the long shadows of the courts of the Capulets, he can sense he is being followed.
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
12 Feb 2017
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...
"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."
- Part 18 of Of Roses Unfurling
Fandoms: Conrad Veidt/Basil Rathbone, Veidtbone, Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, German Actor RPF - Fandom, Conrad Veidt - Fandom, Basil Rathbone - Fandom, Old Hollywood RPF
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.
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), 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, Original Work
26 Jun 2017
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...
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.
- Part 20 of Of Roses Unfurling