I was the Queen of Persia

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Women in ancient Islamic Iran were also very prone to developing feelings of affection for other women, and the current situation of more women than men has undoubtedly exacerbated this.

Chapter 31 The Ceremony of Sisterhood (1)

A Persian-style bathroom.

The surrounding pillars are symmetrical, and the walls are decorated with geometric patterns made of bricks of different sizes. In the octagonal bath, water vapor rises and steams, filling the air with the rich fragrance of Persian rose perfume. The entire place is enveloped in a comforting warmth.

This bathroom was connected to Shahzani's bedroom and was clearly a private recreational area for high-ranking military officers. Although it was not as large as a public bathroom, it was decorated more exquisitely and elegantly.

Stripped of all clothing, except for the briefs barely covering their crotches, three voluptuous, graceful, and healthy bodies slowly immersed themselves in the steaming water. Their dark hair spread out in the water, then suddenly leaped out of the water, splashing up glistening droplets that drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Her alluring, curvaceous body moved back and forth in the steam, appearing and disappearing, causing ripples to spread across the water's surface.

"call-!"

Shahzani leaped out of the water and stepped out of the bath. Glistening water droplets slid down, giving her bronze skin an alluring sheen, and the rosy hue three inches below her navel appeared even more delicate and alluring against the backdrop of the water droplets.

“Have some sweet fermented fruit juice (wine).” She walked barefoot to the copper tray. “Here you have the most fragrant fermented grape juice, all made from the finest sweet grapes of Zamsaher.”

As she spoke, she picked up the slender goose-neck copper kettle and filled three copper cups with a ruby-red beverage.

"I swear by my soul, this is the finest nectar I have ever tasted." Bahramu swam out of the water, picked up the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Look at you, this is hardly the way to appreciate fine wine!" Farzana sipped her wine lightly, chuckling at her eagerness. "Beautiful things deserve to be savored, just like me, see?"

“Hmph, I’m not as particular about sentimentality as you ‘literary writers.’ The wine bestowed by the chief is, to me, the sweetest nectar, so I couldn’t help but drink it all in one gulp,” Bahram muttered.

“Alright, you are both valiant warriors and learned scholars, and also my good sisters.” Shahzani’s hands brushed through their long hair from behind and gently rested on their smooth, full breasts.

“By Allah, we three are beautiful and valiant female warriors, dedicating everything to our noble motherland and glorious people. So, let us drink to this great mission!” Shahzani raised her glass.

"Drink this cup together!"

"Let's drink together!"

After the three clinked glasses, they drank in one gulp, and then Shahzani refilled their glasses.

After several rounds of clinking glasses, a slight blush rose to the faces of the three beauties, as delicate and alluring as rose petals, adding to their captivating charm.

Although Islam and Zoroastrianism discourage alcohol consumption, and many schools of thought that strictly adhere to Islamic law even advocate abstaining from alcohol, Islamic law and doctrine ultimately need to be defined and enforced by people. In practice, even normally serious and devout Islamic jurists and clergy often succumb to the temptation of alcohol and frequently drink secretly.

For soldiers and warriors, the prohibition against drinking was even more out of the question. Persian-Turkic warriors had a tradition of drinking. Moreover, during military campaigns, when they ventured deep into the desert, far from wells and canals, and faced difficulties in replenishing freshwater resources, easily stored alcoholic beverages, whether it was wine, date wine, fig wine, or so on, played a crucial role in solving their immediate needs.

For Shahzani and the other two, in this ambiguous atmosphere, moderate drinking was undoubtedly an excellent way to lighten the mood.

Shahzani took a sip and smiled at the two beautiful female generals under her command: "Today is not only a wonderful day for us to express our friendship, but also an auspicious day bestowed by Yazdan (Persian: Yazadan, a title for a god)."

Bahraim and Farzana both burst out laughing.

"Today is the last Wednesday before the New Year (Nowruz), which is indeed a sacred day. Devout Iranians will jump over fire on this day to pray for blessings and prosperity from Hudda and Yazdan," Farzana continued, showing off her erudition.

“Speaking of this tradition, it is we Zoroastrians who have preserved it best,” Bahramu said with even greater pride.

“Hmm, but neither of you got to the point.” Shahzani looked at the two of them with a sweet smile, then suddenly pinched their firm, round breasts.

“Today, Yazdan also granted the daughters of Iran a right—any girl who loves each other can become sworn sisters.” She looked at the two of them with burning eyes.

The so-called "Golden Sisters," known in Persian as "KhvaharKhvandegi," has a similar meaning to what Shahzani described: a close relationship between women that goes far beyond friendship, somewhat like a combination of "sworn sisters + lace."

“Yes, look at my memory. This is a tradition passed down from the time of Keyumalz and Jamshid. Don’t worry, as long as Sadar nods, I am willing to make the most sacred oath,” Farzana said with sudden realization.

“That’s right! I swear by Holmozd, the steel sword and the sacred fire can bear witness, and I can be your bravest and most loyal sister!” Bahramu’s loyalty and courage were also aroused, and she couldn’t wait to show her determination.

As soon as she finished speaking, she faced southwest, bowed respectfully, and stuck out her firm, round buttocks, the pink and tender red almost touching Shahzani's face.

"You silly girl! Why are you in such a hurry?" Shahzani chuckled and patted her shapely bottom.

It has excellent elasticity and feels amazing.

She tried hard to suppress the heat that almost burst from her nostrils; this kind of sexiness was really making her a little unable to control herself.

"First, wipe them clean. According to the tradition of the sworn sisterhood ceremony, I will give you a special gift later."

She brought over a copper tray with three neatly stacked cotton towels for wiping. Each of the three took one towel and wiped the water droplets off their bodies.

"I wonder what kind of 'special gift' it is?" Farzana wondered, rubbing her long, wavy black hair as she inquired about the "gift".

"These are all, please take a look."

Then Shahzani brought out another copper tray. On the tray were three pairs of extremely high-slit briefs. These three pairs of briefs were bright red and embroidered with Persian geometric patterns. At first glance, they looked like three exquisitely crafted miniature triangular Persian rugs.

“I knitted these myself, why don’t you try them on?” Shahzani said.

After all, the Persian girl's talent for embroidery and weaving was still ingrained in her blood. Even if she had been preoccupied with martial arts and warfare for so long that she had neglected this skill that a girl should possess, it wouldn't matter. With her strong knowledge base and forward-looking perspective, she could gradually regain her mastery with just a little review.

Of course, the process was not without its challenges.

In ancient Iran, textiles were all made by women using old-fashioned hand looms. During this process, Persian women not only had to manipulate the warp and weft threads with their hands, but also had to stand barefoot on the bottom pedals to coordinate with the spinning of the yarn.

Although she was familiar with the principles, she found that it was not as easy as she had imagined when she tried it herself. After walking barefoot on the wooden pedal for so long, she felt that her feet were about to develop calluses.

Chapter 32 The Ceremony of Sisterhood (2)

When Persian women choose to become sworn sisters with a woman they admire, they often give each other gifts, such as handkerchiefs, jewelry, sachets, dressing boxes, and other small items.

Giving intimate clothing as a gift signifies a deeper level of friendship and affection.

“Praise be to God! These are truly soft and comfortable garments. Thank you, Chief Shahzani, for your kindness to us!”

After putting them on, Bahraim and Farzana found them incredibly smooth and comfortable. They couldn't help but sway their waists and buttocks a few times, their firm, full breasts trembling as they did so.

The Persian-style briefs clung perfectly to their graceful curves. The narrow waistband stretched taut beneath their muscular bellies; two symmetrical inverted triangles sculpted their full hips into alluring patterns, while the high slits and semi-circular arcs fully unleashed their strong, long thighs.

It is clear that the military attributes of the Persian female warriors were fully considered, allowing them to ride horses, shoot arrows, gallop, and fight more freely while remaining comfortable.

"Chief Shahzani, you are truly a great creator!" Bahraim exclaimed in admiration. "If our valiant female warriors all wore such close-fitting garments under their armor, they would surely be able to ride their iron horses with even greater ease and crush more enemy heads!"

"Alright, don't flatter me. This was prepared especially for the two of you," Shahzani said with a smile.

“Of course, our valiant female warriors will have them too. I have already given the improved sketches to the weavers, and they are working hard to weave them to ensure a sufficient supply. The fabric used is the softest and finest cotton produced in Transoxiana-Khorasan, absolutely comfortable to wear,” Shahzani continued.

“I never imagined that you were not only a great warrior and hunter, but also possessed such exquisite skills.” Falzana’s eyes shone as she looked at her military leader with reverence.

“Nothing special. Iranian women are naturally skilled at weaving and embroidery; I just used that skill.” Shahzani smiled, her face as beautiful and radiant as the moon. “After all this talk, we almost forgot the main point. Aren’t the three of us supposed to become sworn sisters? Let’s begin.”

So the three of them spread a blanket on the ground, linked arms, and knelt side by side facing southwest, with a bronze pot and a bronze plate placed in front of them, and the ceremony officially began.

"Almighty God Huda bears witness that I, Hudadad Shahzani Samarkandi, hereby pledge allegiance to Rusanna Bahram Bukhari and Nasrnejad Farzana Kayanzad," Shahzani solemnly declared.

"The all-powerful Hu Da is my witness..."

"The almighty Holmozd bears witness..."

Farzana and Bahram echoed in unison.

"From this day forward, the three of us will help and love each other, work together to resist foreign aggression, until the end of our lives. If we break our oath and betray our sisters, may we be consumed by fire and suffer endless punishment in hell."

"from now on……"

"from now on……"

The three women continued to recite their oath, and at the end, they faced southwest and respectfully bowed.

If a female painter specializing in erotic art were standing behind her at this moment, she would witness this sensual scene: three pairs of round, firm buttocks, barely concealed by a triangular piece of fabric, rising high. Three pairs of rosy, bare feet, overlapping behind the buttocks, radiating an alluring sheen. Three strands of dark, slightly wavy hair, like three wisps of light gauze, casually draped over her strong, muscular back…

“Great, from now on, we’ll be like sisters in private.”

"I am willing to serve my sisters forever."

"I am willing to use swords and warhammers to sweep away the enemies for my sisters!"

……

A few minutes later, in the mansion bedroom next to the bathroom.

The carpets and curtains were colorful, and the golden bronze incense burner emitted a refreshing fragrance. Red, green, and purple gauze curtains fluttered in layers, complementing the solemn and symmetrical arched patterns on the walls. The bed was covered with colorful cashmere and camel hair blankets, and a large red velvet tent hung above it.

Shahzani had already instructed the maids to clean the bedroom thoroughly and had acquired more furniture and decorations from passing caravans, thus improving its comfort level while still ensuring its function of commanding military affairs and handling political matters.

Shahzani, with two women on her left and right, leaned back on the soft silk cushions, enjoying the caresses of their voluptuous and firm bodies.

“Sister, you are our beloved! Tonight we will serve you with all our might and make you the happiest woman in all of Persia!” Bahram and Farzana said with wicked smiles as they fiddled with her two “pomegranates”.

“Haha, likewise.” Shahzani hugged them both tighter. “It’s still early, so I’ll tell you a few interesting stories to celebrate our friendship and intimacy.”

So Shahzani began to tell the story of Prince Bakhtiar and the slave guards.

The story is roughly about Prince Bakhtiar of the Baiyi Dynasty, who is deeply in love with a Turkic slave soldier named Bayteqin under his command. The two spend every day together and their relationship is very close.

Later, during a battle, one of his slave soldiers was captured. He was so distraught that he lost his appetite and wept constantly. He even offered to exchange two female musicians for his slave soldier... In short, what he did was incredibly shocking.

In fact, in Central and West Asia during that era, there were countless stories like this, featuring both gay and lesbian relationships. The protagonists were also incredibly diverse, including emirs and their attendants, prime ministers and scribes, generals and guards, masters and their companions, concubines and palace maids, mistresses and female slaves, and so on.

After telling this story, Shahzani enthusiastically recounted several yuri stories, and under her vivid narration, the two beautiful female subordinates couldn't help but blush and their hearts race.

Of course, the mobilization of emotions is a two-way process.

She could also clearly feel the growing wetness between her legs. When she reached out and touched the two of them, her hands were indeed slippery and sticky.

The three girls smiled at each other, then each pulled down their panties. Next, Shahzani leaned in and kissed Farzana's lips, followed by Bahram…

The sound, which made one's cheeks burn, echoed in the bedroom, accompanied by a lingering fragrance that enhanced the ambiguous atmosphere.

Shahzani forcefully hoisted her shapely legs onto her shoulders, fully enjoying the warm, slippery sensation between her legs, while her firm, rounded breasts were being teased by the moist, lively tip of her tongue.

"Ah!" A high-pitched and melodious voice rang out continuously.

Shahzani felt that the mat beneath her was already soaked. She lay down, still wanting more, her long black hair cascading down, enduring the "counterattack" launched by her two sisters with mischievous smiles.

The rapid, rhythmic tapping brought endless tingling and pleasure.

Her dark, beautiful eyes stared at the gossamer-thin red gauze curtain and the magnificent, towering dome, and she felt as if she had entered paradise.

……

Volume Two: The Female Governors of Bukhara and Samarkand

Chapter 33 The Mysterious Visitor

The sun rises above the eastern horizon.

It is now late in Esfand (equivalent to late March in the Gregorian calendar), and spring is generally in full swing across Iran.

Light streamed through the openwork windows, dappling the plush carpeted bed in the room.

In her hazy state of consciousness, Shahzani felt herself resting on something smooth and firm. Opening her sleepy eyes, she was shocked to find herself holding a pair of bare feet with red manicured nails.

"Smack—!" She slapped the plump buttocks of the owner of the jade feet.

"Good morning, may Hu Da bless you, beautiful and noble leader, my sister." Farzana was woken up, brushed her messy hair aside, and smiled. "Was last night pleasant? Were you the happiest woman in all of Persia?"

"Wow, so beautiful, absolutely gorgeous." Shahzani rolled her eyes at her. "I mean, beautiful and virtuous Lady Farzana, you just put your jade feet to my mouth and let me hold them all night?"

"Hehe, you're complaining now? You were kissing and touching me all night, having a blast," Farzana teased.

“Isn’t that so that you—my sister, as beautiful as a rose and as radiant as the moon—can fully enjoy this sweetness and comfort?” Shahzani pointed to her sister’s pert nose.

Then, she grinned mischievously and pointed around. Following her gesture, one could see that the rugs, cushions, carpets, curtains, and draperies were covered with traces of pleasure.

"Oh dear, Lord Hu, this is truly a shameful thing!" Falzana's face flushed red instantly, and she buried her face in her chest.

"Alright, why be shy? There's nothing to hide between sisters, especially since we're both brave and forthright female warriors." Shahzani stroked her soft, smooth long hair and smiled as she sniffed it.

“Haha, that’s true. Anyway, last night was the best night I’ve ever had. From now on, if any of my sisters have any needs, I will never back down.” Falzana raised her head, revealing a bright smile. “My body is always open to you.”

The two beautiful girls chatted and laughed for a while, then suddenly thought of something and turned their faces away at the same time.

Bahramu lay sprawled on the floor, her hair plastered messily to her face, clearly still lost in a sweet dream. Her athletic body took up almost half the bed, the blanket beneath her disheveled. Between the girl's wide-open legs, her pink and glistening skin hinted at a subtle dampness.

"This girl, she's already wet in the morning," Shahzani thought to herself.

The contrast between the image of Bahram in heavy armor, riding a steed, and galloping across the battlefield is so endearing that it's hard not to chuckle.

Shahzani and Farzana exchanged a glance, and simultaneously extended their evil claws in unison.

"It's time to rise, brave Bahramu warriors! The muanjins on the minarets are about to begin their morning prayers!"

"Phew—!" Bahraim stretched and brushed her messy long hair aside. "Good morning, Holmozd bless you, my sisters and comrades."

“Yes, everyone’s up,” Shahzani said. “Anyway, we had a wonderful night. But the night is short-lived, and we have a lot of important business to attend to today. After we’ve had a bath and breakfast, let’s meet at the training ground.”