Intelligent Submissive Female Character
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The King's White Falcon by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), Original Work, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
29 Jan 2019
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"Come when you hear the call; come and return to the home of your soul. Like the king's white falcon, fly to your master's hand when you hear the sound of his drum. Come, come; let your soul return to the one who has always loved you."
Three years have passed, and her fairytale with Ahmad is coming to an end. Heartbroken, tired of living, Yassamin realises how much she has in common with the exiled Jaffar: someone trapped, stripped of his freedom and his dreams, locked in a gilded cage. Once word arrives that Jaffar is dying, she knows she cannot remain in Baghdad a day longer.
She has to make amends, yet little does she know of the entire new life that awaits her in Samarkand: the life of a woman cherished, respected, loved. Yet that all of this should await her in the arms of Jaffar, the beast she had been so terrified of? Perhaps--if only she can grow out of her own fear and her anguish, and brave the embrace of the dark sorcerer she had once hated with all her heart.
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- Part 1 of The King's White Falcon
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Bird of the Wilderness by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work, كتب الف ليلة و ليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights & Related Fandoms
22 Aug 2013
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Are there things even a magician could not, or should not meddle with? As her old demons return to haunt her once more, Yassamin feels as if she is surrounded by nothing but illness, suffering and death. It is for the sake of Jaffar and his love that she is pushed into defying her own limits and those of Nature itself.
With the fervour of a madwoman, she entertains visions in her mind of finding a spell, a ritual to balance the scales of their years.
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- Part 2 of The King's White Falcon
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Because the World Belongs to the Devil by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: A Woman's Face (1941), Original Work
20 Dec 2013
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As I walked out of the church, the wind swept through the birches and it was as if the Devil himself had been sitting outside all this time, but waiting to whisper in my ear through the rustle of the leaves:
"But you are better than the others, Laura Erika, so much better than this wretched flock of sheep; a woman who deserves a penthouse in a metropolis, not a drafty attic that looks upon dull fields of grass. You don't deserve a girl's flowery dress: you deserve furs, pierced ears from which hang chandeliers of diamonds; you deserve adoring men at your feet."
Thus, the Devil spoke upon the warm summer wind and rapt, I listened, breathed him in.
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Laura Erika knows she is different, knows she is not an ordinary girl, knows she is destined for greatness. The only one who has ever truly understood her desires and ambitions has been her favourite uncle, Torsten, the black sheep of the family. He has the means to give her the decadent life she yearns for; she has the wealth and the innocence he craves to sink his claws into.Series
- Part 1 of Devilry
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Which one of us was more insane, he or I? Because I loved this, loved being violated over and over, giving myself to my beloved uncle, my beloved father over and over. I could have left him long ago, could have rejected his desires, but why should I have if those desires matched mine exactly? I laughed inside at the idea of what would have happened had Fate never brought us together. Would he have become a real molester, preying on true innocents instead of the child who was born a whore? Would I have burned myself to exhaustion seducing older men, none of whom would have dared give me this, the father-lover I had always sought?
Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York's elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
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- Part 2 of Devilry
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Once Torsten and Laura know their song is coming to an end, their lust and their rage are unstoppable. Together, they set out to avenge themselves against a society that had sought to suffocate their desires--and to enjoy each last one of the world's pleasures to the fullest.
Torsten was the Devil's gift to me, the greatest blessing I had ever known. He was the older, male half of my own self, the most perfect father, brother, friend and lover I could ever have hoped for. It was true that he had brought me up in his own image, but as it was an image that was identical to what had already lain dormant in me, he had been serving but Nature itself, serving my best interests, and I couldn't have been more grateful.
In his sickness, he had been the healthiest alternative for me; in his perversion, he had protected my inborn deviant nature; in his insanity, he had been the only thing that had kept me sane.
He noticed I was shivering and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Laura."
I clutched at my father's pale hand, the hand of beauty, the hand of power, the only hand that could set me free. "Bind me."
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- Part 3 of Devilry
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A Darkness in Bloom by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights
12 Apr 2017
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When Yassamin is tormented by fantasies so dangerous she daren't even speak of them out loud, it falls to Jaffar to excavate them from her self. Once found, he vows to bring to life even the most perverse of her desires: he sets out to create for her multiple shadow-lovers with his magics, lovers human and animal, all ravishing her at once.
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"I am going to undo you," Jaffar tells her as he stalks around her with the gait of a great cat, tracing the soft nakedness of her belly with the tip of his cane. "So unravel you that none of this... wretch," he snaps and flicks her hair back with the cane, making her gasp and jerk back in her bonds, "shall remain."
He lets her dance there upon her toes for a moment, hanging as she does by her wrists in the centre of the room, suspended by his magic bonds from the low, vaulted ceiling.
Slowly, he drags the tip of his cane up to her throat, lifting her chin with it. "Just as an automaton that's rusted and damaged needs to be undone piece by piece to be cleansed, strengthened, mended, so am I to take you apart, piece by piece, until this mockery, this grotesque, this travesty of your true self is no more."
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- Part 19 of Of Roses Unfurling
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"There's one fairytale princess I quite like," Torsten said and dragged his fingertips up the small of my back, my nipples hardening against his suit just as I could feel him hardening against my belly; our heat rose with our pulses, our pulses with the music's, the orchestra playing faster and faster. "That version of Snow White, where she's dead when the prince comes to her, makes love to her--or at least the prince thinks she's dead. And that's the point," he said, his eyes as sharp as shards of glass; as if to follow a cut made, he now pressed his lips to my jugular. "Do you follow me?"
"I follow you," I said, and to demonstrate, I let myself fall dead in his arms, completely listless, lifeless but for the fraction of a second, so that we both staggered; he had to catch me to stop us from falling over. And oh, but the helpless, high-pitched moan he let out now, at my acquiescence, my surrender, my promise of the liebestod to come: the way his eyes widened, the way his cock leapt against my dress!
"We're going home," he rasped as the song reached its crescendo, his lips as wet against my ear as I was wet between the legs; he swept me off my feet and carried me to the taxi waiting outside.
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- Part 8 of Devilry
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Within the mirrored hallways, upon the chequered floors and amidst the Rococo furniture of his pleasure-palace, Baron Kurt von Kolb teaches his 17-year-old fiancée, Lady Ursula, everything she must know about the perversions of a true aristocrat.
She'd thought she'd feel a princess the day he finally took her to his castle, but instead of the sumptuous dinner she'd been expecting, he had but led her to a marble bathroom and presented her with razor and enema syringe instead. So that her sex would be bare for his pleasure, he'd said; so that he would be able to see and touch and taste everything, he'd said; so that she would be clean for him tonight when he'd take her more deeply, more completely, more thoroughly than she'd ever been taken before, he'd said.
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He runs the spur of his jackboot up her breastbone, dipping it into the hollow of her throat.
"Good girl," he purrs, smirking through his monocle. "You did not flinch once."
"Thank you, sir," she says, squeezing her shivering hands into fists, proud of her self-control.
For now, she rests in a state of complete nakedness at his feet, he towering over her in his uniform as she lies there upon his drawing room floor.