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Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
18 Jan 2016
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."
- Part 9 of Of Roses Unfurling
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
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
09 Jun 2018
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.
"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.
- Part 23 of Of Roses Unfurling