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Captain Renault sets out to humiliate Major Strasser in a most satisfactory way.
I whispered sweet nothings in his ear of German-French co-operation, of search warrants and detainments and brushed my fingertips across the swell of his cock; soon enough he was flushed, nearly choking on the remains of his caviar.
But no, Heinrich, I thought; not tonight. We had to deal with Ugarte and Laszlo first, and thank heavens for that: any excuse to stretch out the erotic tension, to stir him more with a little cruelty here and there. I promised him a grisly death and a juicy interrogation tomorrow, and I swear I could feel his cock twitch as I withdrew my hand and bade him good night. The lust in his eyes, awakened by a hint of my power, a yearning to see me exercise said power--not only a homosexual, then, not only a sadist, but there was obviously a little masochist in there, too. Heinrich, the naughty little boy squirming in delight, realising the moment he had met someone who could truly drape him over his knee and give him a sound thrashing! Oh, this was almost too easy.
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Once Torsten and Laura know their song is coming to an end, their lust and their rage are unstoppable. Together, they set out to avenge themselves against a society that had sought to suffocate their desires--and to enjoy each last one of the world's pleasures to the fullest.
Torsten was the Devil's gift to me, the greatest blessing I had ever known. He was the older, male half of my own self, the most perfect father, brother, friend and lover I could ever have hoped for. It was true that he had brought me up in his own image, but as it was an image that was identical to what had already lain dormant in me, he had been serving but Nature itself, serving my best interests, and I couldn't have been more grateful.
In his sickness, he had been the healthiest alternative for me; in his perversion, he had protected my inborn deviant nature; in his insanity, he had been the only thing that had kept me sane.
He noticed I was shivering and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Laura."
I clutched at my father's pale hand, the hand of beauty, the hand of power, the only hand that could set me free. "Bind me."
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- Part 3 of Devilry
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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."
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- Part 9 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.
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- Part 12 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."
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- 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."
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- Part 18 of Of Roses Unfurling