FIC: Garlands of Sapphires, Fountains of Joy (Jaffar/Princess/OFC, NC-17), chapter 10/10
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).
(There, they bathe each other, playing, gentle, sweet; they wash each other not with just water and soap and oil but love, love soaked into each pore, love massaged into every muscle. She yelps when, after he has just scrubbed her clean, he suddenly makes the water vanish, deciding it is too dirty; he refills the bath immediately, repeating this for both of them so that each gets a full bath with fresh water. He does this even as they take turns washing each other's hair and depilating each other's genitals; finally, Jaffar pours bucketfuls of cooler water over them both, awakening Yassamin from her slumber.
"I have never felt as clean in my life!" she laughs as they both wrap up in warm towels and Jaffar begins to oil her hair. "It's almost a shame you are putting that on, now," she murmurs as the jasmine in the hair oil permeates the entire room with its scent.
"I feel naked without my perfumes," he murmurs as he daubs on his own fragrant oils, kissing her neck; "although should you wish me to take you like this, I would not mind. No perfume does justice to the sweetness of your skin, for a start," he groans, sucking at the soft flesh of her arm; "to even call it marzipan is to cheapen it."
She turns around to put her arms around his neck, letting her towel fall of her. "Perfume me with but yourself, then, husband," she kisses against his lips; "mark me as animals do, with your scents."
"That, I can do," he drawls and throws off his own towel as well, pushing her onto the bed, his perfumed hands clasping her breasts, his fingers slipping over them in golden streaks of musk and ambergris.)
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).
(There, they bathe each other, playing, gentle, sweet; they wash each other not with just water and soap and oil but love, love soaked into each pore, love massaged into every muscle. She yelps when, after he has just scrubbed her clean, he suddenly makes the water vanish, deciding it is too dirty; he refills the bath immediately, repeating this for both of them so that each gets a full bath with fresh water. He does this even as they take turns washing each other's hair and depilating each other's genitals; finally, Jaffar pours bucketfuls of cooler water over them both, awakening Yassamin from her slumber.
"I have never felt as clean in my life!" she laughs as they both wrap up in warm towels and Jaffar begins to oil her hair. "It's almost a shame you are putting that on, now," she murmurs as the jasmine in the hair oil permeates the entire room with its scent.
"I feel naked without my perfumes," he murmurs as he daubs on his own fragrant oils, kissing her neck; "although should you wish me to take you like this, I would not mind. No perfume does justice to the sweetness of your skin, for a start," he groans, sucking at the soft flesh of her arm; "to even call it marzipan is to cheapen it."
She turns around to put her arms around his neck, letting her towel fall of her. "Perfume me with but yourself, then, husband," she kisses against his lips; "mark me as animals do, with your scents."
"That, I can do," he drawls and throws off his own towel as well, pushing her onto the bed, his perfumed hands clasping her breasts, his fingers slipping over them in golden streaks of musk and ambergris.)