FIC: Garlands of Sapphires, Fountains of Joy (Jaffar/Princess/OFC, NC-17), chapter 6/10
Title: Garlands of Sapphires, Fountains of Joy
Author: snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Princess/OFC, Jaffar/OFC, Jaffar/Princess/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, historical romance, het and femslash
Warnings: Hard BDSM, heavy anal play including anal fisting, enema play, group sex
Length: ~67 000 words
Summary: 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. Yassamin is caught between the two, each trying to outdo the other in debaucheries; yet gladly, she lets herself be ravished by both, reaping the greatest pleasures imaginable.
A/N: Part 9 of the Of Roses Unfurling series. Begins with Yassamin and Jaffar settling into a new family life in Samarkand, then plunges back into their good old polyamorous, kinky bisexual fun. This time, Yassamin gets more femslash action and Jaffar gets to use his BDSM domming skills on another woman. Zainab is played by a grown-up Bonita Granville in all her curvaceous glory (see here for photo references).
(By the time they reach Zainab’s house, Yassamin has completely ruined the seats. Already, she aches everywhere; Jaffar senses this and wraps her in her mantle, picking her up in his arms. Eunuchs offer to carry Yassamin for him, but he refuses; as he walks, he radiates warmth into Yassamin’s body, pours more of the wine of his love-magic into her in order to relax her limbs once more. Again, he has drawn the tails of his turban over his face and veiled Yassamin as well, unwilling to reveal their identities even to Zainab’s staff.
And what staff! She has hand-picked the most stunning of eunuchs, like those sultans who surround themselves with the prettiest girls from all over the known world. These eunuchs are as beautiful as her women, painted and perfumed and vain about their beauty-yet among them, to her astonishment, Yassamin can spy a few tall, handsome Ethiopes who seem to have retained a masculine musculature. Blue eunuchs, Yassamin remembers they were called, the type that had only been castrated as adults and whose penises were left intact-a fact which Zainab has seen fit to flaunt with the thin white loincloths she has given for them to wear. The sorts of eunuchs who could not produce children but who could still perform sexually, the sorts no honourable man would let guard his harem, the sorts only rich widows like Zainab could afford to sate their desires.
“Which way?” Jaffar asks, after he has finally been able to tear his eyes off the eunuchs himself.
“This way, to the baths,” Zainab says, gesturing towards a courtyard that takes them to an entire adjoining building.
The baths? But they have just bathed today, Jaffar having rinsed Yassamin personally and having cleansed himself as well, to be sure. Yassamin shudders a little in Jaffar’s arms, Jaffar’s surprise echoing hers-he knows as well as she does that this can mean only one thing: whatever it is that Zainab has planned for them, it will be filthy in every sense of the word.)
Author: snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Princess/OFC, Jaffar/OFC, Jaffar/Princess/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, historical romance, het and femslash
Warnings: Hard BDSM, heavy anal play including anal fisting, enema play, group sex
Length: ~67 000 words
Summary: 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. Yassamin is caught between the two, each trying to outdo the other in debaucheries; yet gladly, she lets herself be ravished by both, reaping the greatest pleasures imaginable.
A/N: Part 9 of the Of Roses Unfurling series. Begins with Yassamin and Jaffar settling into a new family life in Samarkand, then plunges back into their good old polyamorous, kinky bisexual fun. This time, Yassamin gets more femslash action and Jaffar gets to use his BDSM domming skills on another woman. Zainab is played by a grown-up Bonita Granville in all her curvaceous glory (see here for photo references).
(By the time they reach Zainab’s house, Yassamin has completely ruined the seats. Already, she aches everywhere; Jaffar senses this and wraps her in her mantle, picking her up in his arms. Eunuchs offer to carry Yassamin for him, but he refuses; as he walks, he radiates warmth into Yassamin’s body, pours more of the wine of his love-magic into her in order to relax her limbs once more. Again, he has drawn the tails of his turban over his face and veiled Yassamin as well, unwilling to reveal their identities even to Zainab’s staff.
And what staff! She has hand-picked the most stunning of eunuchs, like those sultans who surround themselves with the prettiest girls from all over the known world. These eunuchs are as beautiful as her women, painted and perfumed and vain about their beauty-yet among them, to her astonishment, Yassamin can spy a few tall, handsome Ethiopes who seem to have retained a masculine musculature. Blue eunuchs, Yassamin remembers they were called, the type that had only been castrated as adults and whose penises were left intact-a fact which Zainab has seen fit to flaunt with the thin white loincloths she has given for them to wear. The sorts of eunuchs who could not produce children but who could still perform sexually, the sorts no honourable man would let guard his harem, the sorts only rich widows like Zainab could afford to sate their desires.
“Which way?” Jaffar asks, after he has finally been able to tear his eyes off the eunuchs himself.
“This way, to the baths,” Zainab says, gesturing towards a courtyard that takes them to an entire adjoining building.
The baths? But they have just bathed today, Jaffar having rinsed Yassamin personally and having cleansed himself as well, to be sure. Yassamin shudders a little in Jaffar’s arms, Jaffar’s surprise echoing hers-he knows as well as she does that this can mean only one thing: whatever it is that Zainab has planned for them, it will be filthy in every sense of the word.)