Of Roses Unfurling
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- Creator:
- Snowgrouse
- Series Begun:
- 2012-09-10
- Series Updated:
- 2025-10-31
- Description:
An unabashedly romantic, happy and exceedingly kinky tale wherein the wicked wizardly vizier gets his beautiful princess and they shag happily ever after.
- Notes:
Extensive annotations (historical, etc.) for this series and my other medieval Persian fics can be found here.
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- Words:
- 728,620
- Works:
- 27
- Complete:
- Yes
- Bookmarks:
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Of Roses Unfurling by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, 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
10 Sep 2012
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She inhales the blue rose and forgets. Love she has yet to learn, and Jaffar is here to teach her.
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"What I mean, my dear," and he leans down to kiss her forehead, then her lips, "is that I am going to teach you a new lesson each night, until you are ready." He kisses her left breast, then her right. "Every night, we'll learn and teach each other." He goes down on one knee and kisses her belly. "Until, on the final night..." his mouth hovers over her bare, shaven sex, and she presses her thighs tighter together. She's wet, and she knows that he knows, that he can smell her.
"Yes?" She cannot keep her voice from shaking.
He presses his thumb into the top of her slit, looking up into her eyes, smirking. "On the final night, you'll be so open for me, so ready for me I can just slip inside of you." He presses his lips into her folds, flicking out his tongue, and her knees buckle from underneath her--
And then, just like that, he stops.
She screams in frustration, tries to grab his hair, but he's already on his feet, laughing, staggering back and licking his glistening lips. "I've already given you too much. Come to bed."
Series
- Part 1 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Pricking of Thorns by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
11 Sep 2012
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That night in their tent, he takes her like a boy.
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- Part 2 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Secret Orchard by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
18 Feb 2013
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Know that I await your tender kisses; know that I await the sweet safety of your embrace, but know that I also await him. Oh, yes, I await him. I have missed his feline steps in our bedchamber, have missed his shadow falling over me, have missed his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he takes me without mercy. He is everything I feared about my old witch-suitor; he is everything that makes my heart leap in exquisite terror still. He is my dark prince in the mirror, the shadow in my garden, the one whose gaze was always upon me like an angel's--or a devil's. I have not known him for a long time. Tell me the wait is over. Tell me tomorrow I shall meet him again.
Jaffar and Yassamin are separated for weeks and correspond through a series of erotic love letters. Once they are finally reunited, their mutual longing has grown so great it is not easily sated. Both desire to possess the other to the fullest, to the point where taboos and mores no longer matter.
Series
- Part 3 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Gardens Beyond Byzantium by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
02 Oct 2013
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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?
Series
- Part 4 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Parting of Petals by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
07 Aug 2014
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She dreams of embracing women: soft, voluptuous women perfumed with honey, rose and ambergris. During the day, she flushes near Halima and Gol whenever she hasn't been able to avoid them, flits restlessly even when she is in Jaffar's company. In the evenings, she corners him and demands to be loved to exhaustion, yet her dreams are filled with restless visions, punishing her for--no, she does not know what.
Yassamin discovers she is capable of desiring women as well as men. However, she is unsure about acting upon those desires. Jaffar is only glad to help her, every step of the way.
Series
- Part 5 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Cloven Tree by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
06 Apr 2015
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As Jaffar's older brother arrives to settle old scores, Yassamin discovers dark truths about Jaffar's past. Both Jaffar and Fadl are men wounded, embittered; it is only through indulging in the greatest of sins--that of incest--that those wounds can be healed.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" she says, rolling her eyes, but a perverse thrill now stirs within her womb. Perhaps it's exactly because this is dangerous; deliciously, suicidally dangerous. "Are you saying we should seduce him?"
Jaffar closes his eyes, and she can feel him reaching inside of her, feeling for that perversity still swirling warm and bittersweet within her hips, pomegranate-dark at the back of her mind. He opens his eyes and quirks his eyebrow. "Somehow I do not think you would find it all that unpleasant, my Babylonian."
She buries her face in his chest and groans. "Stop doing that, husband."
"I will, once you stop trying to pretend you are indifferent to him," he laughs, a little bitterly. "At least we will burn in Hell side by side."
Series
- Part 6 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Like Creepers Entwined by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
02 Oct 2015
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Jaffar and Fadl spend one more night together, this time without Yassamin's intercedence. Fadl's bitterness rears its head once more; Jaffar does what he must to temper it, merciless in his love for his recalcitrant brother.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet," Fadl moaned into my mouth as he turned me around and slammed me against the door, undoing the knot at my waist, reaching his hand between my legs so that he might push a finger inside of me.
"Does this help?" I laughed in his face incredulously, tearing down his drawers in turn, clawing at his buttocks. "Yassamin told me she felt like the vessel of our reconciliation. Is it flesh that you require to sate your anger, to expel your rage into? Is that it? How many arses, Fadl, how many cunnies will it take until you are done?"
"Just yours," he growled, spitting into his hand and working his prick with it. "Turn around."
Series
- Part 7 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Orchid's Unfolding by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
14 Nov 2015
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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 during lovemaking, it seems to me that the Greeks were right. It is as Tiresias said: a woman's pleasure is greater than 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 flanks 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."
Series
- Part 8 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Garlands of Sapphires, Fountains of Joy by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
18 Jan 2016
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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."
Series
- Part 9 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Vine That Curls by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
27 Feb 2016
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A little missing scene of Fadl taking Yassamin, with Jaffar's gleeful assistance.
"Hold her down," Fadl says to Jaffar without looking at him, smiling down at Yassamin instead. "Let's see how she moans when she feels truly helpless."
And Jaffar adores this idea, marvels at this, as wicked as his brother: he sits cross-legged behind Yassamin's head and pins her wrists into the mattress with but a few swift spells. "There we are, my sweet," Jaffar grins down at her, and as Fadl begins to take her ever harder, Jaffar drinks her screams into his mouth with an upside-down kiss. He caresses her hair aside so that he might stroke her throat, his long fingers clasped on either side of it, studying her pulse, her heavy breathing. With the heat of his palms, with the depth of his kisses he swallows her very breath and her very heartbeat from her, his own body shivering with her ecstasy-shudders, his pleasure so deeply entwined with hers they are one.
Series
- Part 10 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Hand That Waters the Vine by Snowgrouse
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
30 Apr 2016
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Jaffar and Yassamin build themselves a clockwork pleasure-doll, taking great delight in playing with their new silver lover long into the night. But eventually, even magical lovers must be laid to rest: for tonight, the time has come for Jaffar to finally take Yassamin's hand.
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For an entire week, Yassamin watches him burn. She denies him her caresses, turns him from her bed, feeding that part in him that so thrives on anticipation, denial. And his fire stokes hers in turn, rippling into her body through their psychic bond: even as he tends to his affairs, plays with his children, works on his devices, she can feel the pulse of heated blood in his cock, the tightness in his sack, the stray moans held back in his throat. The heat that the retained sperm brings to the body as it rises up his spine, the magical power it builds up in the flesh and the nerves, all of him vibrating and humming with it, his touch electric: oh, but he is beautiful.
Yet this is no ordinary denial-game, no ordinary lovers' tease: for now, at Yassamin's behest, Jaffar has started to stretch himself, make way in himself to finally take her hand.
Series
- Part 11 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Autumn's Fruit Bitter and Sweet by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
13 Jun 2016
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It is the eve of Mehregan: both Fadl and Zainab arrive to visit Jaffar and Yassamin for the feast. Erotic tension crackles between them like lightning; however, in his drunken lust, Fadl behaves most atrociously. Yassamin and Zainab set out to teach him a lesson in humility--and respect for women.
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It'll be a miracle if we survive tonight without it all degenerating into an orgy, Jaffar thinks at Yassamin.
Yassamin giggles at him drunkenly. You know, I'm not so sure I would mind.
He rolls his eyes. My God. It's contagious! "Behave yourself, woman," he mutters, even if she can see a spark in his eyes, the illicit excitement awakening in him at the prospect.
"Ooh, I don't know," Fadl purrs, devouring Zainab with his eyes. "I like a woman who's not afraid to be a little... scandalous. I've spent so much time with the pagans, methinks; I must confess I find a certain charm in the ways of the barbarian female."
Zainab bursts into rich laughter. "You were yourself pagans but a few generations ago, Barmakid. I heard tell it was the custom among you for brothers to share but the one wife," she says pointedly, twirling a golden lock of hair between her plump little fingers.
Series
- Part 12 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Garden of Gazelles by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
27 Jun 2016
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By his witchcrafts he scents her heat, pursuing her into the moonlit garden; there, he ravishes her a man made of shadows, a demon, a ghost.
No matter how many years pass, there are still nights upon which their love is tempestuous, violent; where Desire will not await a coy maiden but will surge forth a ravisher. It is the love of clashing teeth that cut the lip, of clothes burning the skin as they're torn, of mouths panting wet from blood and secretions, exuding moans strange and terrible like heathen incense.
Yassamin's heart races faster than her feet as she runs from Jaffar through the corridor; the shadows of pillars, lattices, bushes flickering about her as if hands, bodies reaching out to touch her: she is so heated she can feel each one a touch upon her skin, like a crowd of vulgar caresses.
Yet there is one shadow that is warmer than the rest, one shadow with its sweet cruelties familiar to her flesh, one shadow more alive than its brothers with its hands reaching out to squeeze her breasts, sore and heavy from premenstrual heat. She has not seen him, heard him but she knows he is there: Jaffar, her sorcerer, Jaffar, her beast; Jaffar, her master, her king.
Series
- Part 13 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Unto Ishtar a Sacrifice by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
03 Aug 2016
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It is a day upon which he needs to be, has to be, must be a woman.
From the very moment he awakens, the female humours in him cry out for a body to move in beyond this confinement of a crude, hard, angular body male; the moment he opens his eyes to Dawn, his female soul clamours for, riots for, demands for herself a space in which to live and breathe and be.
Like a thief, he sneaks out of his own bedroom and leaves for the shabestan, the secret room at the back of it none but he know exists. Beyond magic runes and sigils has he hidden its shape, guiding the eyes and the bodies of others past it should they try and intrude, and these sigils he now draws in the air with impatience and great haste, a maiden hurrying to a tryst with a lover who is to her forbidden.
For at the centre of this small room he now lights with his lanterns stands someone who is to him, indeed, forbidden: a mighty stele of Ishtar, Astarte, Venus, Aphrodite, Freyja, Hathor, Gauri, Sri--call her by whatever name you will, but this is forever she.
Aye, the great She, Love Herself nude and bewinged; the great She that has always been and will forever be.
Series
- Part 14 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Emerald Meadows by Snowgrouse for Noki the cat
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
07 Aug 2016
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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.
Series
- Part 15 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Fields of Longing by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
14 Aug 2016
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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."
Series
- Part 16 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Rivers of Light, Bowers of Gold by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
21 Dec 2016
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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."
Series
- Part 17 of Of Roses Unfurling
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A Lovers' Harvest by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
12 Feb 2017
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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."
Series
- Part 18 of Of Roses Unfurling
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A Darkness in Bloom by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
12 Apr 2017
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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."
Series
- Part 19 of Of Roses Unfurling
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The Earth's Turning by Snowgrouse
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
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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...
***
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.
Series
- Part 20 of Of Roses Unfurling