| 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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Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia)
Pairing/Rating: Sigurd/Charon, Sigurd/Caderyn, Sigurd/Zephyrus, Sigurd/Adrasteia, Charon/Caderyn, Charon/Zephyrus, Caderyn/Zephyrus NC-17
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Summary: The last Draconian is not who they thought he was. Non-serious/pure kink harem fic inspired by this DA kmeme prompt (http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/15866.html?thread=59869434#t59869434) and Etienne Sailor Beware (http://exhentai.org/g/697756/5731cc3bb0/). Emphasis on resistance/dislike from the subs toward the dom and one another, with background Sigurd/Adrasteia.
Warnings: dark!hero, noncon, forced homo/bisexuality, forced incest (brother/brother), racism/speciesism
Draconian [1/?]
Though, unless he was much mistaken, two or three of them had escape the worst of it, had been allowed to walk away and flee the palace with little more than a warning that they should never return. The women, he was fairly sure, had been mostly spared; it was only the one, only the leader of them, the one who had tricked his weak minded fool of a brother into following her insane plan to help the draconian, who was still with them now. And he doubted she was suffering what they were; he certainly hadn't seen her since that day, so if she too was being tormented, she at least had the luxury of privacy. He wondered if he should actually envy that.
His own torment, unsurprisingly, had been and remained horrifically public, his humiliation laid bare for all the world to see. And try as he might to keep it from happening, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Charon was nothing if not a proud man, and when it had become clear what was going to happen to those of them who had not been ushered from the palace in the wake of the beast's takeover, Charon's mind had been set immediately; if he couldn't win, if he couldn't prevent the creature from doing this to him, couldn't prevent it from taking not just everything he'd built but everything he was, then Charon would die. Charon would provoke the monster into killing him, or else he would die by his own hands--whichever was easier.
And yet the creature had stopped him. The dragonkind had laughed in the face of his attempts at provocation, had met them with not a killing rage but cruel, malicious, outright sadistic wrath, and then Charon had seen his agency taken away completely. He had no access to weapons anymore, wasn't even allowed the use of his hands now the creature was keeping him either preoccupied or bound; trying to starve himself had been met with force-feedings, and any further attempts to provoke a reaction had only resulted in a gag that hadn't come off for more than a few moments a day for what had surely been weeks. Nothing Charon tried was working, and he hated the lot of them for doing this to him, hated the creature for violating him like this, hated his brother for making it possible, hated the women for escaping this fate, and hated that damn spy most of all, if only because he seemed to enjoy what the monster was doing to them. That, above all else, was most absurd.
Even now, he glared at the creature as it sat in his throne, addressing his human court as confidently as if the dragons had never fallen, and there was a part of Charon that wondered if the damn beast knew something he didn't. Where there dragons he had missed, after all, or was Charon merely paranoid? And if this Sigurd really was the last of the dragonkind, what did that mean for the world? What would happen when the monster died? Did draconians die like mortals did, or was he like a dragon and would need to be slain? And, perhaps worse than any other idea he could imagine, did this creature have some way to bring the others back--and what would happen to Charon and the others if he did?
Charon glanced at his brother, hate burning in his eyes. There had been a day, weeks or perhaps even months ago now, when Charon had simply reached his breaking point, had gotten his hands around his brother's throat and squeezed as hard he could until the monster pulled him off and tossed him like a ragdoll across the room. That was the last time he'd been allowed out of his restraints, but he didn't regret it for a moment; what he regretted was having failed to kill the little upstart.
And mark his words, he would make Caderyn pay if it was the last thing he ever did.
Draconian [2/?]
But there had to be one. There simply must.
Warily, Charon watched as the Dragonkind rose from his stolen throne, throngs of sycophantic and frightened man and women filing out of the chamber, and the creature glanced down at him for the first time in hours.
"They seem to have gotten used to it, haven't they?" the beast asked idly, and he knew it didn't expect an answer. It wasn't as if it’d forgotten that Charon couldn't respond. "Their former king and his heir bound and gagged at the feet of the new?"
Charon, of course, said nothing; even if he'd wished to speak, he could hardly get out so much as an understandable grunt through his gag. Across from him, on the other side of the throne and half-hidden by the draconian's legs, Caderyn made no move to reply, either, though he had the luxury of making the choice. Unlike Charon, Caderyn didn't need to be gagged for this; he was defeated enough to keep his mouth shut when their captor ordered it. He'd always been the weaker-willed sibling, after all.
But for all it mattered at the moment, Charon might as well have been just as docile as his brother. There was nothing he could do to stop the draconian from reaching down and seizing the metal ring attached the leather collar the beast had put around his neck all those weeks ago, back when it had realized it would need more than just the threat of violence to keep Charon in line. The draconian tugged Charon forward, enough to pull him until he was diagonally leaning on his knees but not enough to knocked him to the floor or drag him across it--not yet, at least. That would be next, if Charon chose not to obey.
"Stand up," the creature ordered, its unflinching gaze fixed upon Charon's own eyes. "Or you'll be crawling behind me from now on."
Glaring, as hateful and humiliated as ever, Charon stood; much as he would've liked to resist, he knew better than to give the thing a reason to take more away from him. By the gods, he longed to slaughter them all.
The draconian actually looked rather pleased with Charon's obedience, or else simply smug. There was the faintest hint of a satisfied quirk to its lips as it turned its eyes toward where Caderyn still knelt on the other side of the throne, and it reached down with one of those eerily inhuman hands, clawed and scaled and dragonlike, and stroked through the prince's hair. Caderyn flinched, his gaze flickering up to the dragonkind's face; he looked like a frightened rabbit in the forest, terrified of whatever predator had just snapped a twig as it crept up behind its back. He looked like prey.
"Up."
Caderyn rose immediately, scrambling to his feet. Unlike Charon, whose hands were bound behind his back and anchored with a long, slackless chain to the back of his collar, Caderyn was mostly free; his hands were bound in front of him, and even that would be undone once they were back in the creature's stolen chambers. Until the beast left again, at least.
It never slept in the room where it kept them. That was, in fact, the only reason Charon had to suspect that perhaps the girl--Adrasteia--hadn't gotten off as easily as the other women had after the beast inevitably betrayed them. The thing was returning to some other room every night, and since he didn't assume it was simply because it didn't trust them--it didn't trust them alone with each other, after all, and it'd gone quite out of its way to make sure they couldn't injure themselves or each other at night, let alone the beast itself, were it there--it must have been because he had some genuine reason to be elsewhere. Charon's bet was on the girl.