| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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Dragonborn/Alduin, Shout!sex + corruption
Pairing/Rating: F!DB/Alduin, M!DB/Alduin, F!DB/M!DB NC-17
Challenges: Inspired by Flesh, Feral, Mercy (http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1639.html?thread=1011559#t1011559).
Summary: Alduin Wins AU of the Rival Dragonborns idea, in which shout!sex a la Flesh, Feral, Mercy leads to corruption/addiction.
Warnings: noncon, corruption/dubcon, fantasy bestiality (dragon/human)
Slen Kreh Zaam [1/?]
He had laughed in her face when she suggested a peace council, and when she'd tried to approach Ulfric directly, he had the one making sure she wasn't let in the front door, even after all she'd done to protect the people of frozen, racist nightmare of a city from the Butcher. Some gratitude, that was.
In any case, it had become very clear by now that Alarik and Ulfric and the rest of these imbecilic "Skyrim is for the Nords" types had no issue with wasting their one opportunity to strike at Alduin, preferring for reasons she couldn't even begin to understand to focus all their attention on driving out the Empire. And so, after rather smugly delivering the confirmation to Balgruuf that his golden Thane had abandoned his senses and joined the rebellion, no doubt intending to unseat Balgruuf if he himself didn't do the same, Morgen and Jenassa had headed out toward Solitude. It appeared that, in spite of every ounce of common sense she had, the Civil War would have to take precedence. She could only hope Alarik's obstinacy didn't get them all killed.
High in the palace of the city of Windhelm, Alarik paced his room, listening to the crackle of the fire burning on the other side of the room. Lydia was still in the bed, naked as the day she was born and deeply asleep; she hadn't stirred when he'd gotten out of bed, and if she woke now, he had no intentions to tell her of his troubles. In all his years, Alarik had learned that there were few things more inadvisable for a man to do than tell his lover that he was thinking of another woman, no matter how platonic--how hateful--that thought might have been.
And, damn it all, he was thinking about her. Why Akatosh had seen fit to bestow the gift of the Dragonblood upon another--upon a milk-drinking elf-lover like that damn woman--was beyond him, and more to the point, it was counter-productive. There couldn't have been two more opposite and contradictory people than himself and his fellow Dragonborn; while he held Skyrim's best interests at heart in all things, whether it be the prophecy of Alduin or the tyranny of the empire, the woman seemed to simply view Alduin as the empire's only hurdle to retaking the freedom of Skyrim's people and subjecting them all to the whims of Aldmeri Dominion. What good did she think defeating Alduin would be, he wondered, if they simply found themselves enslaved to the elves instead?
He should have killed her when he had the chance, he realized. And he'd had the chance, over and over, and yet not once had he thought it was something he would ever actually need to do; the woman was a Nord, not a damn Imperial or one of those elf-begotten Bretons, and surely, he had thought, the woman would open her eyes up to reality sooner or later?
But now time was running out and she hadn't. He had thought that perhaps she had come to her senses on that day a few weeks ago, when she'd shown up at the palace, freezing cold and red-faced from the wind with that greyskin woman in tow, but it had been just another disappointment. He'd had to run her from the palace to keep her from harassing Ulfric with her peace council nonsense, as if she actually thought the Stormcloaks were going to deal with the likes of General Tullius and Elisif the Puppet Queen.
No, the Stormcloaks weren't going to lay down their arms until this war was over. They were going to free Skyrim from its Imperial occupation, and then they would drive Alduin from Mundus. And then, if the Thalmor dared to show their faces in the north again, the Stormcloaks would drive them out, too.
Slen Kreh Zaam [2/?]
Until then, though, Morgen was temporarily on her own.
So it was by herself that she walked through the streets of Solitude, giving coins to beggars as she saw them and offering Svari a few sweets when their paths crossed on her way to Castle Dour. When she finally made it there, she was stopped at the door, sneered at for a few moments by a soldier tasked with guarding a door when she had the gall to say she was there to join, and it was only when she Shouted into the courtyard right in front of them that they were finally convinced that, yes, she was the Dragonborn and agreed to let her inside.
When she stepped into the castle, she probably shouldn't have been as surprised as she was to find everyone on edge. In fact, it was Legate Rikke herself, a woman whose name she'd heard mentioned more than once in her travels across the holds, who pointed a sword in her face as soon as the door slammed shut behind her.
"Well, that's definitely not Ulfric," she said dryly, and Morgen's gaze flickered to the man standing beside her, his sword at the ready, as well.
General Tullius observed her from behind his subordinate's back, his face stoic and his voice even more so. "Who are you, and what do you want?"
"Well," Morgen said cautiously, her hands in the air in a universal gesture of surrender, "I know for a fact the Stormcloaks have a Dragonborn, so I figured maybe you guys would want one of your own."
"That explains the Shouting," Rikke said, and Morgen was relieved to see her guard lowering just slightly. "What do you say, sir?"
"If the Stormcloaks have the other one, that's two warrior they have with the Voice. Having one of our own certainly couldn't hurt. Test her, and tell me how she performs."
Without so much as speaking to her, Tullius sheathed his sword, turned on his heel, and walked back into the depths of Castle Dour. Morgen was left alone in the foyer with Rikke, who lowered her own sword perhaps a bit more cautiously than the general had a moment before.
"So you're here to join the Legion?" Rikke asked. "Why?'
"Because I don't want to see the Stormcloaks tear Skyrim apart," Morgen answered with a shrug. "And because I need Balgruuf's help to stop the dragons, and he won't give it to me so long as Ulfric's still breathing down his neck." Rikke stared at her for a moment, looking as if she didn't believe a single word Morgen had said. "Look, it's a long story, and you guys need my help, okay? Those fucking idiots are going to make Skyrim as racist and impoverished and horrible as Windhelm if they take this place over, and I've got a lot of friends whose lives I'd really rather see dismantled."
That, Rikke seemed to get. She nodded briskly. "Alright. Then we're going to do exactly as the general said. I'm going to test you. You're going to be given a mission, nothing vital to the Empire's efforts but something challenging. If you're really as valuable to us as you say you are--if you're really as strong as Ulfric and his Dragonborn--then it shouldn't be hard."
"Lay it on me."
"Fort Hraggstad. I want to go there, and I want to clear it out. It's overrun by bandits, and I don't have enough men to risk on it right now. You clear it out, though, and I'll be able to spare enough people to hold it. Do you think you can do it?"
"Easy."
Rikke frowned. "That's bravado talking. You're going to get yourself killed like that."
Morgen just smiled at her. "Trust me, Legate, bandits aren't going to stand a chance against me. I'll be back in half the time you think. See you soon."
Smiling to herself, Morgen waltzed out of Castle Dour with a skip in her step, and off she went to find Jenassa.