FIC: The Parting of Petals (Jaffar/Princess, Halima/Princess, Princess/OFC, NC-17), part 4/5
Title: The Parting of Petals (Part 4/5, completed fic)
Author: snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Halima/Princess, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC, Jaffar/Princess/Halima/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, PWP
Warnings: Anal sex, BDSM, caning, fisting, group sex (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~35 700 words
Summary: 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.
A/N: The fifth part of the Of Roses Unfurling series. Follows immediately on from Gardens Beyond Byzantium, but just like the other stories in the series, can be read as a standalone.
(Tonight, their lovemaking is slow, free of drugs, of pain, of magic; Yassamin finds that Gol is even sweeter now that her lust is tampered by a certain coyness, her face flushing scarlet as they undress each other, touch each other the way they couldn't last night. Yassamin marvels at Gol's body, taking her fill of her soft, pliant flesh, kissing it, nipping at it until Gol dissolves in giggles. And it is because this first time shall be their last time that they are both fiercely passionate: after a while, Gol responds to Yassamin's caresses with her own, pinning her down upon the bed, rutting against her.
Yassamin smiles, her mouth soft and wet from kisses, sweet from Gol's cunny, laughs as Gol rides her thigh. There is a girlish delight to their lovemaking, she finds, a pure, almost innocent simplicity to this that she did not find in Jaffar's, Theo's or Halima's arms, and she makes sure to enjoy it to the fullest. Whereas Jaffar is a dark, heady wine that makes her lose herself, Gol is like a mountain spring, clear, refreshing, light. She drinks from Gol's kisses, her mouth sweet from mint, basil, honey; she fills her hands with Gol's marvellous, heavy breasts, pushes up with her legs, shivering in pleasure as Gol's cunny glides open upon her thigh. Gol loses her balance, yelps and falls over her; they burst out laughing, tickling each other, and there is no more pain in Yassamin's chest, no more pain at all.)