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    Noble guests arrive to honour Fadl from far and wide, including Fadl's old comrade-in-arms, the Chinese warlord Li Lau. As tension mounts between the guests and their conflicting interests, Jaffar struggles to keep the peace; that, and he also has a nervous wife to calm down. Thankfully, he knows just the right means to achieve both: magic, and his skill as a lover.

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    Fresh from their bath, Jaffar comes to embrace Yassamin from behind; his perfumes wrap about her gently, enfolding her in their dark voluptuousness, his firm and loving care. He nuzzles the perfumes from her damp hair in turn, the jasmine and roses a caress of fragrance swirling sweetly from his lungs into his hips.

    "Come to bed," he says, his hands warm upon her stomach, his fingertips playing softly in the dip between her belly and her sex.

    Yet, she tarries in a tease, pretending to squirm a little in protest; she smiles at him through her reflection in the glass, adoring the way his eyes spark in delight at this, the way his lips part to reveal his crooked teeth.

    He lifts his hands to her breasts; through her nightdress, he can feel her nipples are hard against his palms. "I said, 'come to bed,' wife."

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    "Only I am cursed," Jaffar spits, "that I can see only you!"

    He buries his face in her breasts and she screams; yet, in that panicked moment, Yassamin realises she is again free to move. She springs free, but he closes his arms around her; the fever of his body against hers far more horrendous a sensation than the touch of his magic had been.

    "Let go of me!" she shrieks, the silks of her wedding gown tearing; she would rather die than be his. The door is there, the sea is there, the gateway to her freedom in death; even the hell of suicides preferable to the hell of his bed.

    Yet he clings to her, clutching at her, staring at her a madman. "Never!" he cries, his voice thick from his passion; "Never."

    She draws back her arm and slaps him with all her might; the noise he makes is horrendous, animal. She kicks and screams for her freedom, yet Jaffar becomes even madder, now, sinking the claws of his fingers into her waist. And to her astonishment, he is smiling of all things--no, leering with his eyes wide open, his mouth the drooling maw of a beast, his teeth jagged above a tongue panting, gleaming red.

    "Do that again," he rasps.

    "What?!" she splutters.

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    The heavens themselves resolve to bless Yassamin and Jaffar and strengthen their love. Yet the same cannot be said for Fadl and Zainab, the rift between whom but deepens due to a different kind of heavenly intervention. As Yassamin deserves a rest, Jaffar sets out for New Lesbos alone, hoping to help Zainab settle her score with Fadl once and for all.

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    To her astonishment, Yassamin can feel that Sarosh is, now, drawing her to himself by her heart: yes, as if upon invisible ribands that have been bound about her heart, ribands he clasps gently in his hand, pulling her to himself as if into a kiss. That pull, that self-same force that Jaffar exerts over her soul in life, indescribable in human words, a mystery that has always confounded her, left her feeling small and bewildered. For these ribands are woven not merely from the threads of erotic attraction, not merely from the gold of earthly love, but terrifyingly, from the firm skeins of Fate, too, their pull crushing in its inevitability: as if she had somehow known him for always, as if she had wanted him for always, and that he had been but waiting for her all her life, but waiting for the maiden Yassamin to ripen for his embrace.

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    A fanvid.

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    Jaffar woos the Princess in her garden through his magics.

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    "Come, my sweet.
    Once again,
    I ask of thee:
    Wouldst thou be free?"

    He swirls about her skirts the wind,
    Carrying to her nostrils the scent
    Of the roses lost;
    And with it, a dream
    Of flowers greater, more beautiful
    And more fragrant
    That bloom underneath
    His kingdom's stranger skies.

    And now, she answers his wind,
    No whisper of a shy maiden, this;
    But she declares her will
    With the command of one
    In whose veins power flows
    Upon whose limbs glistens
    The golden sunlight of Farrah:
    Majesty.

    "Yes."

    It is at once
    A veil and a gauntlet dropped.

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    A tale in which the characters, all in their own ways, experience dreams come true. Yassamin has a terrible, prophetic nightmare; Jaffar sets out to exorcise her fears with his unyielding love. Salsabil and Anwar have caliphate-spanning adventures of their own, realising faith can indeed move mountains. Finally, Fadl, Zainab and Lina sort out their love triangle--in a most pleasurable way at that.

    With a despairing moan, Yassamin surrenders her terror and her fear unto the all-devouring force of Jaffar's love; soon, he's pinned her to the bed and the bed itself creaks from the blows of his hips as he takes her and he takes her. Still in their nightshirts, they cling to each other, his arms about her as vines; he buried within her, gathering her together as if to say: with this love, do I guard thee; with this flesh do I protect thy flesh; with this body do I protect the fruit of thy womb: that which sprung from thee and me.

    And for that, do I love thee, she whispers back, a promise solemn as she melts onto his cleaving unto her. Just as herbs are crushed for medicine, so does Jaffar the alchemist now work her sorrow into sweetness: his love the fire, their bodies the alembic.

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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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    Jaffar and Yassamin's passion-filled holiday at the palace of Afrasiyab is shadowed by what they soon discover is a conspiracy against Jaffar's brother, Mohammad, the sultan of Samarkand. The Barmakid brothers and the women all set out to uncover the plot and to disarm the rebels by any means necessary; magic and seduction their foremost weapons in their battle to protect their beloved city.

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    "Sit down," Jaffar whispers and smacks Fadl on the arse, taking his own advice on one of the marble benches lining the pool. "You're not exactly being inconspicuous."

    "Neither are you," Fadl groans. "You haven't stopped posing since we came here!" he grumbles and pokes Jaffar with an elbow as he catches him making eyes at yet another man. "What's gone into you, you madman? Are you in heat?!"

    "Perhaps, brother mine, perhaps," Jaffar purrs and sprawls against the back of the bench. He leans on his elbows and tilts his head against the wall a coquette, letting his freshly-oiled hair tumble onto his neck and shoulders as he lounges there. The length of his legs allows him to spread them in blatant offering, his towel--if you can call it that--of thin white cotton revealing more than it hides.

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    Jaffar, son of Yahya of the Barmakids has arrived in Basra, come to ask for the Princess's hand.

    At first, Sultan Mahmoud is overjoyed, but soon puzzled, perplexed. For the new Caliph requests a most intimate audience with his prospective bride, one with a most curious requirement: that he be allowed to gaze upon her--the woman no man has seen!--unveiled, and that he might inspect her head in particular for himself.

    "But what for?" The Sultan sputters. "She is not some slave girl, to be examined by all who would purchase her! Is not seeing her face enough?"

    "I believe," Jaffar states in all seriousness, "that you have done well to keep her from all eyes. For my astrologer tells me a very special child was born this hour seventeen years ago. 'A child in whom meet the moon and the sun...?'"

    The Sultan's eyes fly wide; he shakes his head, blubbering. "Nobody knows that. Nobody! Why, I had her swaddled, the astrologer beheaded, and the midwife--"

    Jaffar but tilts his head. "I have astrologers of my own, and means of seeing past walls. Seventeen years have I waited, until such a conjunction was upon us again. Today, I was told, was the most auspicious time for me to seek her as bride."

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    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.

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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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    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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    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?

    ***
    "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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    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 suppressed

    All 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.

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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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    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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