FIC: The Green Horses of Heaven (Jaffar/Princess, NC-17), Chapter 5/7
Title: The Green Horses of Heaven (Chapter 5/7, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: Thief of Bagdad (1940), original fiction
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Jaffar/Princess/Sarosh the Sexbot, non-explicit Zainab/Lina
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex and some violence
Genre: Historical Erotic Romance, Het and Femslash, Adventure, Alternative History
Warnings: Graphic violence and gruesome deaths, but both brief.
Length: ~24 000 words
Summary: Noble guests arrive to honour Fadl from far and wide, including Fadl's old comrade-in-arms, the Chinese warlord Li Lau. As tension mounts between the guests and their conflicting interests, Jaffar struggles to keep the peace; that, and he also has a nervous wife to calm down. Thankfully, he knows just the right means to achieve both: magic, and his skill as a lover.
("So? How did it go?" Zainab asks as she arrives to greet Lina, grinning wildly, her jewellery chiming and her silks fluttering as she dances around her. "What did you learn from the Chinese ladies?"
Lina looks pointedly at the clothes she is wearing: her own familiar pageboy attire, that is, instead of the painstakingly elaborate costume they'd sent her to Afrasiyab in. "Well, mistress. As you can no doubt imagine, this outfit did not exactly help me blend in with the ladies."
"I was wondering about that! Why are you wearing that, my sweet?" Zainab asks, unable to disguise her disappointment.
"Because there was no such thing as Li Lau's harem."
Indeed, as Lina now tells Zainab, she had barely escaped with her life. For only after she had arrived at Afrasiyab in full Chinese dress, had she found out about Li Lau's custom of never travelling with women. In her panic, she had attempted to mingle with the other Chinese delegates' wives and concubines instead, barely understanding their dialect at all: thankfully, their strict court etiquette had allowed her to stay silent, to but keep her head lowered for the few hours she had spent among them.
As soon as she had been able to do so, she had run off to Latifa to beg her for help. Latifa had been but amused, entertained by this welcome break in the tedium of court receptions and ceremonies; she had been more than happy to conspire with Lina in this little spy adventure of hers. It had taken them more than an hour to change Lina, to unravel her costume and to wash out all the wax from her hair; thankfully, Lina had had the foresight to bring her own clothes with her. Thus, for most of her time at Afrasiyab, she had but posed as one of Latifa's eunuchs, supposedly a recent addition to her retinue.
Later, the evening before the funeral, Lina had stunned one of Li Lau's eunuchs with the aid of a sleeping potion Latifa had given her, had locked the boy up in one of the storerooms and borrowed his suit, so that she could attend the ceremony in his stead.)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: Thief of Bagdad (1940), original fiction
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Jaffar/Princess/Sarosh the Sexbot, non-explicit Zainab/Lina
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex and some violence
Genre: Historical Erotic Romance, Het and Femslash, Adventure, Alternative History
Warnings: Graphic violence and gruesome deaths, but both brief.
Length: ~24 000 words
Summary: Noble guests arrive to honour Fadl from far and wide, including Fadl's old comrade-in-arms, the Chinese warlord Li Lau. As tension mounts between the guests and their conflicting interests, Jaffar struggles to keep the peace; that, and he also has a nervous wife to calm down. Thankfully, he knows just the right means to achieve both: magic, and his skill as a lover.
("So? How did it go?" Zainab asks as she arrives to greet Lina, grinning wildly, her jewellery chiming and her silks fluttering as she dances around her. "What did you learn from the Chinese ladies?"
Lina looks pointedly at the clothes she is wearing: her own familiar pageboy attire, that is, instead of the painstakingly elaborate costume they'd sent her to Afrasiyab in. "Well, mistress. As you can no doubt imagine, this outfit did not exactly help me blend in with the ladies."
"I was wondering about that! Why are you wearing that, my sweet?" Zainab asks, unable to disguise her disappointment.
"Because there was no such thing as Li Lau's harem."
Indeed, as Lina now tells Zainab, she had barely escaped with her life. For only after she had arrived at Afrasiyab in full Chinese dress, had she found out about Li Lau's custom of never travelling with women. In her panic, she had attempted to mingle with the other Chinese delegates' wives and concubines instead, barely understanding their dialect at all: thankfully, their strict court etiquette had allowed her to stay silent, to but keep her head lowered for the few hours she had spent among them.
As soon as she had been able to do so, she had run off to Latifa to beg her for help. Latifa had been but amused, entertained by this welcome break in the tedium of court receptions and ceremonies; she had been more than happy to conspire with Lina in this little spy adventure of hers. It had taken them more than an hour to change Lina, to unravel her costume and to wash out all the wax from her hair; thankfully, Lina had had the foresight to bring her own clothes with her. Thus, for most of her time at Afrasiyab, she had but posed as one of Latifa's eunuchs, supposedly a recent addition to her retinue.
Later, the evening before the funeral, Lina had stunned one of Li Lau's eunuchs with the aid of a sleeping potion Latifa had given her, had locked the boy up in one of the storerooms and borrowed his suit, so that she could attend the ceremony in his stead.)