FIC: The Earth's Turning (NC-17, Jaffar/Princess, Fadl/Zainab), part 3/7
Title: The Earth's Turning (part 3/7, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, OMC/OFC (Fadl/Zainab)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Historical Romance, Fantasy
Warnings: Extensive anal play, light bondage, mentions of past violence/horror imagery
Length: ~48 000 words
Summary: The autumn stars always drive Yassamin mad from desire, mad: this year, her frenzy is of an altogether sodomitic nature. Jaffar, of course, is only glad to experiment with various treatments to help assuage her 'fever.'
However, come Mehregan, the bloodstained memory of Harun al-Rashid arises to torment both Jaffar and Fadl: they are unable to hide the truth of the Barmakid tragedy from Zainab and the children any longer. How many Barmakids did die that day? How did Jaffar and Fadl survive the massacre? And how did they enact their revenge?
Meanwhile, Fadl and Zainab's relationship deepens in unexpected ways, their pleasures given altogether new dimensions by sexual spells gifted to them by Jaffar.
("Where do we start?" Zainab asks Jaffar.
"Over here, my lady," Jaffar says and gestures towards the space in front of Yassamin.
All carpets have been removed from the floor, and in their place, Jaffar has drawn a great magic circle with all kinds of complex sigils, not unlike an astrological birth chart. In the middle of this circle sits a smiling figure of the Sun, and all around it fan out the wedges of the different heavenly houses, all marked with the signs of the Zodiac and inscribed with their corresponding numbers, letters and God's Beautiful Names.
It is at the Divine Names that Zainab hesitates; heathen or not, she would not step on a name held holy by everyone else in the room. "Is this wise?" she asks.
"As long as you follow the instructions I gave you," Jaffar says, "there should be benefit rather than harm. You do remember?" he asks as he places his fingertips upon Zainab's back, guiding her to the house of The Scorpion.
"I do," she mumbles.
"How about you, Fadl?"
Fadl steps into the house of Leo, representing Persia itself. "I remember."
"I, however, am at a loss," Yassamin says.
Jaffar takes his place at the centre of the chart. "The Moon is about to be eclipsed by the Earth's shadow in but moments. Venus, Mars and Mercury are all retrograde, forming a disastrous downward-pointing pattern. And as the Moon, the heavenly mirror she is, normally helps deflect negative influences from both the Sun and the stars, is now dimmed, well. We are to perform a dance and some recitations to deflect some of those negative energies ourselves."
"So we are to act as mirrors in the Moon's stead?" Zainab asks.
"Aye," Jaffar nods. "And just as a beautiful woman is pleased and distracted by a mirror held up to her face," he grins at Zainab, "and just as a man is distracted by beauty so much that he forgets himself," he nods at both Fadl and Yassamin, "we are to appease these influences by praising them a little."
Yassamin groans inwardly--this is most definitely pagan, despite all of Jaffar's protestations!--but she knows any objections from her part would now be in vain. "Very well," she but sighs. "Begin.")
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, OMC/OFC (Fadl/Zainab)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Historical Romance, Fantasy
Warnings: Extensive anal play, light bondage, mentions of past violence/horror imagery
Length: ~48 000 words
Summary: The autumn stars always drive Yassamin mad from desire, mad: this year, her frenzy is of an altogether sodomitic nature. Jaffar, of course, is only glad to experiment with various treatments to help assuage her 'fever.'
However, come Mehregan, the bloodstained memory of Harun al-Rashid arises to torment both Jaffar and Fadl: they are unable to hide the truth of the Barmakid tragedy from Zainab and the children any longer. How many Barmakids did die that day? How did Jaffar and Fadl survive the massacre? And how did they enact their revenge?
Meanwhile, Fadl and Zainab's relationship deepens in unexpected ways, their pleasures given altogether new dimensions by sexual spells gifted to them by Jaffar.
("Where do we start?" Zainab asks Jaffar.
"Over here, my lady," Jaffar says and gestures towards the space in front of Yassamin.
All carpets have been removed from the floor, and in their place, Jaffar has drawn a great magic circle with all kinds of complex sigils, not unlike an astrological birth chart. In the middle of this circle sits a smiling figure of the Sun, and all around it fan out the wedges of the different heavenly houses, all marked with the signs of the Zodiac and inscribed with their corresponding numbers, letters and God's Beautiful Names.
It is at the Divine Names that Zainab hesitates; heathen or not, she would not step on a name held holy by everyone else in the room. "Is this wise?" she asks.
"As long as you follow the instructions I gave you," Jaffar says, "there should be benefit rather than harm. You do remember?" he asks as he places his fingertips upon Zainab's back, guiding her to the house of The Scorpion.
"I do," she mumbles.
"How about you, Fadl?"
Fadl steps into the house of Leo, representing Persia itself. "I remember."
"I, however, am at a loss," Yassamin says.
Jaffar takes his place at the centre of the chart. "The Moon is about to be eclipsed by the Earth's shadow in but moments. Venus, Mars and Mercury are all retrograde, forming a disastrous downward-pointing pattern. And as the Moon, the heavenly mirror she is, normally helps deflect negative influences from both the Sun and the stars, is now dimmed, well. We are to perform a dance and some recitations to deflect some of those negative energies ourselves."
"So we are to act as mirrors in the Moon's stead?" Zainab asks.
"Aye," Jaffar nods. "And just as a beautiful woman is pleased and distracted by a mirror held up to her face," he grins at Zainab, "and just as a man is distracted by beauty so much that he forgets himself," he nods at both Fadl and Yassamin, "we are to appease these influences by praising them a little."
Yassamin groans inwardly--this is most definitely pagan, despite all of Jaffar's protestations!--but she knows any objections from her part would now be in vain. "Very well," she but sighs. "Begin.")