FIC: Defy Not the Stars (Jaffar/Princess, Jaffar/OMC, OCs, NC-17), part 2/13
Title: Defy Not the Stars (Part 2/13, completed fic)
Author: snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Jaffar/OMC, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Fantasy, Historical Romance
Warnings: Rough sex, Anal sex, light bondage, brief graphic violence (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~65 000 words
Summary: Grand Vizier Jaffar the Barmakid has sworn to never love a woman again, having chosen a life of wine and debaucheries instead. However, his vows are put to the test the day the Caliph asks him to serve as a matchmaker for himself and the beautiful princess Yassamin. For it is not the young Caliph Yassamin's heart stirs for, but the notorious Barmakid prince himself.
The stars themselves decree Jaffar and Yassamin must love each other, yet it is an affair that could cost them their lives. Separated by harem walls, court intrigues and a brutal civil war, will even Jaffar's magic be enough to make love emerge victorious?
A/N: Set in an alternate history version of 810s Persia, where the Barmakids have survived Harun al-Rashid and are now the true power behind the throne. A cast of characters can be found here.
(Jaffar has to wipe spiderwebs from his face as he rummages around the room, looking for his crystal. He flicks his hand to light three more lanterns around the alcove he is now digging in and--ah, there it is, hidden under a cloth of blue velvet. He chokes on a cloud of dust as he pulls the cloth off the crystal, and he is still coughing as he sets it upon the floor, seating himself upon a bed of cushions.
"Now," he murmurs. "What sort of bribe do you require tonight?"
A soft girl's voice laughs at him from the crystal. "Blood and marrow, sap and sperm, all of that within thee which rushes back and forth like the tide," the pairi purrs.
Jaffar rolls his eyes. "Be more specific."
"You shall find out out after," the pairi chirps. "What would you see tonight, man-pard?"
"This pard would see a gazelle. Take me to the harem of the Sultan's palace in Basra. Wherever the princess named Yassamin may be this very moment."
"To hear is to obey," the pairi laughs and Jaffar can swear he can see a girl's eye winking in the crystal as its red surface dissolves into a view of the harem's garden.
"Now, show me where she is. Which one?"
The pairi focuses the eye of the crystal upon the tallest of the maidens, the most regally dressed, busy shooing the other girls indoors.
"I wish to bathe in the pond," she says. "Do not disturb me until I call for you."
"Well, well," Jaffar murmurs to himself and makes himself more comfortable upon the cushions. "Not a moment too late.")