| 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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[lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen
Title: Never the Bride
Pairing/Rating: Vaughan/Kallian NC-17
Challenges:
Summary: The Bann takes Tabris up on her offer to take just her instead of the other girls.
Warnings: kidnapping/imprisonment, racism, noncon
Title: Three
Pairing/Rating: Sparrow/Frost/Galen NC-17
Challenges: S-27. threesome [lover-100 (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/11105.html)] | 14. scream [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Cookies 'n Cream (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/19351.html#cookiesncream)] | 27. worship [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Chocolate Chip (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/20690.html#chocolatechip)] | 28. satisfaction [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Milk Chocolate (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/21143.html#milkchocolate)]
Summary: Galen has finally gotten what he wants.
Three [1/?]
That latter, though, she had become fairly convinced was not the case. At the very least, he'd been trying to convince her of such for the past few weeks now; no doubt Loretta had assured him that his chances of getting what he wanted depended upon not Frost's opinion of him but hers. Frost was easy; he would have sex with damn near anyone, provided they were at the very least a few steps above hideous. For the past few years, at least, the bulk of his decision seemed to revolve around whether or not Sparrow was interested in the person in question.
She hadn't done much with that over the past few years; though she was well aware of the freedoms it offered her, they hadn't been freedoms she'd particularly wanted until now. Until last fall, after all, her life had seemed to be approaching something that looked like completeness; even without her getting over whatever qualms she might have had about the kinds of relationships Frost had clearly been trying to push her into all along, her love for Simon and Nadia had allowed her to indulge, even if it meant giving Frost what he wanted long before she was willing to do any such thing for him.
But then Simon had died and Nadia had withdrawn, and then she'd been facing not just Galen's unsubtle attentions but the uncomfortable presence of Kieran Bell.
Regardless of what she thought of the man in retrospect, she had to be grateful for what he'd done for her, loathe as she was to admit it. While the man was a pale imitation of Simon that had been more along the lines of salt in her wounds than a comfort, he had at least helped her get over the loss in some capacity; Kieran Bell had been the first person Sparrow had pursued herself, independent of Frost's own instigation, and even if it hadn't worked out as she'd hoped, there was something so undeniably empowering about it that she couldn't pretend she wasn't better off than she was before.
Had Simon lived, she would've gladly lived the rest of her life with him and Frost and Nadia, but in a world without him, Kieran had helped her realize a lesson she should've learned years ago--one she likely would've learned years ago if she hadn't known it was one Frost himself so desperately wanted to teach her.
So, in a weird way, Galen owed what was happening now to Kieran, and not in the way he intended. Their antics earlier this year had been vaguely amusing, surely, but certainly not the thing that had helped him get what he wanted--but Kieran had helped him nonetheless. They would all just have to hope this worked out better than it had for him.
For his part, Galen seemed more surprised by his admittedly unexpected stroke of luck than she'd imagined he would. Earlier, before they'd left the Threatre behind them in favor of the privacy of the suite upstairs, it had seemed like every set of eyes in the place had been on the three of them, watching with perhaps a hint of disbelief as Galen at least appeared to finally be getting exactly what he'd wanted all along.
Sparrow had approached him first, and he'd offered her that same overconfident charm he'd been giving her all along. It wasn't, however, the shallow attention he'd been affording her during those first few weeks; instead, ever since Loretta had claimed to have "set him straight", he at least seemed to be genuinely trying to sway her. He had at least been treating her as less of a complication and more of a person recently, and while his efforts to endear himself to her had still be a far cry from what the way he'd been acting whenever Frost was around, she had to appreciate the change nonetheless. She certainly wouldn't have been doing any of this if not for that.
Three [2/?]
Not tonight, though. The last thing she needed now was for Frost to decide he didn't want to go through with this; she doubted he'd actually try to back down from it--even after three years, he was still going out of his way to do whatever he could to appease her, after all--but she didn't want to give him any excuse to try.
As it was, though, Frost didn't seem to be having any reservations just yet. If anything, he was thrilled; for all he had seemed a bit silently disapproving of her relationship with Kieran (no doubt because he suspected quite rightly that it had more to do with her grief over Simon's death than she would've like to admit), this he seemed genuinely satisfied with, albeit fairly surprised. It didn't hurt, of course, that Galen had made it so clear in the past that Frost was the one he was truly after.
As the three of them stepped into the suite, Galen looked wholly overwhelmed with what was happening. Sparrow was in front of him, leading him by the hand into the bedroom, while Frost followed behind; Galen kept glancing back at him, as if he had to keep reminding himself that he was actually there--that this was actually happening--and when Frost closed the door behind him, Sparrow didn't waste a moment in turning back to face them both. She advanced on Galen, one hand still in his while the other pressed flat against his chest; she pushed him backward as she drew in close, and Galen let out the faintest little moan of anticipation as Frost's hands fell to his hips from behind and pulled him back against him. She leaned forward to kiss him, and his arms encircled her, one hand slipping out of her grasp and moving on the small of her back while the other settled where her neck met her jaw. Behind him, Frost reached up to brush his mane of red hair from his neck, and when the older man's lips brushed against his skin, he groaned into Sparrow's mouth. She laughed, teeth scraping gently over his lower lip before finally pulling back.
"Bed?" she asked, her eyes on Frost, but Galen was the one who answered her.
"Pax, yes," he breathed, and behind him, Frost laughed.
Sparrow stepped back, disentangling herself from Galen's embrace as Frost urged him forward. Galen moved eagerly, grabbing Sparrow by the arm and pulling her along in a rush, though she was quite sure it was out of no particular eagerness to have her. But he seized her again as they neared the bed, drawing her into his arms and kissing her again as Frost kept pushing them insistently forward. Sparrow felt the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress, and she let herself fall back onto it, pulling Galen down with her.
His body bowed over hers, a hand on the mattress on either side of her, his long hair brushing against her skin as he kissed her. She couldn't see Frost behind him, but she could hear his muffled footsteps atop the carpet; he moved around the bed, and she felt it dip further up as he sat down a few feet away. Breaking the kiss, Sparrow craned her neck back to look at him; he was watching them both, and he smiled as her gaze met his. "Don't let me interrupt."
Three [3/?]
Galen glanced between them, from Frost to her and back again, and then he was moving away from her, crawling toward Frost over the mattress, his decision made. Frost watched her for a moment longer, appearing to gauge her reaction to Galen's choice; evidently, her nonchalance was obvious on her face, because he visibly relaxed, and he welcomed Galen's advance. The minute the younger man was within arm's reach, Frost's hands were on his hips, guiding the younger man forward until he was his knees and straddling Frost's lap.
Galen moaned into Frost's kiss, his hands resting on Frost's shoulders as if he was afraid to touch him any more than that, and Sparrow took their current disinterest in her presence as an opportunity to disrobe. She pushed herself off the mattress and started walking around it toward where that near the top, losing her clothes piece by piece as she went.
With her arms crossed over her chest, she stepped up beside them on the bed, fully prepared to make some quip about her current state if neglect, but she didn't even get the chance. The moment she was near enough for him to touch her, Frost's right arm swept outward and seized her around the waist, wrenching her forward and down until she found herself being pressed against Galen within the confines of Frost's embrace.
Sparrow wasn't expecting the sudden surge of arousal it sent through her, nor the sharp intake of breath that gave it away to Frost. His lips abandoned Galen's in a heartbeat, turning to her with an expression somewhere between disbelieving and thrilled. "You like this."
"What?" she asked, fully aware how little point there was in playing hard to get. "Him?"
"Us."
From the familiar, wicked glitter in his eyes, he was already planning what he could do with this latest bit of information... and, oddly, she found herself looking forward to seeing what he would. She was still throbbing between her legs, startlingly turned on but not entirely clear why, and if there was one person in the world capable of getting to the bottom of that perverse little mystery, it was Frost. For better or for worse.
In the meantime, though, she simply gave him a little grin and said, "If I didn't like it, Frost, I wouldn't be doing it."
He scoffed, as aware as she was that there was more to her sudden arousal than that but apparently willing to let it slide for now. He had more important things to be focusing on, after all, with Sparrow in his grasp and Galen straddling his waist right beside her as he watched them quizzically. She shifted slightly, pulling her arms free from where Frost had them pinned between their bodies, and let one hand fall to Frost's shoulder while the other moved to Galen's face. "None of us would."
Galen seemed uncertain for a moment as she leaned forward, as if he wasn't quite sure whether or not he'd done something wrong and she meant to rebuke him, but he welcomed her kiss nevertheless.
When it finally broke, he shifted away from her, withdrawing wordlessly from them both until he'd given himself just enough room to start shucking off his clothes. Sparrow watched his muscles rippling as he tugged his shirt up and over his head, and she couldn't help her own tiny, pleased grin as Frost nipped against the side of her neck. She relaxed back against his chest, the back of her head falling to rest upon his shoulder, and then she turned her face toward him. She pressed a kiss to his jawline as Galen wriggled out of his pants less than a foot away, and then she reached up, her fingers catching the other side of Frost's jaw and turning his face toward hers.
"You're not getting undressed."
"Bit difficult with you in my lap."
She shrugged, still grinning faintly to herself. "I'm sure you could manage somehow. You always do."
"Here," he said, pushing her gently away as he spoke, "give me a minute and distract yourself with him. I'm sure he won't mind."
Three [4/?]
With Frost for once doing as he'd been told, Sparrow turned her attention back to Galen. He captured her lips the moment he could, his mouth hot and soft against her own, and she let him lick into her mouth as her hands wandered downward, sliding between their bodies until she found the button of his pants. She flicked it swiftly open, and then she was tugging the fabric down. His hands left her torso to help get it off, but his lips never left hers as her wriggled out of his pants and his boxers, and he tossed both away from them without a glance once he'd finally gotten it all off.
Almost as soon as he was bare, she felt his fingers brush against her shoulders and the straps of her dress. For once, she was grateful to have worn something like this; it was absurdly simple to get on and off (and she couldn't pretend she hadn't picked it with this particular fact in mind). All Galen had to do was nudge the straps from her arm, and the loose, light fabric started slipping away from her. Sparrow let it fall, and it pooled around her knees for a moment before she turned her attention to removing it. Unlike Galen, who was either more naturally coordinated or more well-practiced at this than she was, she had to break the kiss as she squirmed free of the garment, but she cast it off as recklessly as he did, and when his lips descended upon her own again, she felt the bed dip behind her, meaning that Frost was done, as well.
Sparrow made the faintest little noise as his hands brushed over her ass, and then he seized her hips, tugging her back against him as she dragged Galen with her. "What do you want, baby?" he asked, leaning down so his mouth was resting right by her ear. "Tonight is about giving you everything you want from us; just tell me where you want me to start."
Sparrow laughed and nudged him slightly, breaking her kiss with Galen long enough to speak. "Be nice, Frost. Tonight isn't about me. Galen's been after this for months; let's make sure he gets what he wants, yes?"
She felt Frost's head turned slightly, and she knew he must have shifted his gaze to the other man. "What do you want, then?" he asked softly, and Sparrow wondered if Galen even knew where to begin.
The younger man looked nervous again, just slightly but more than enough for Sparrow to spot--and if she didn't miss it, there was no chance in the world that Frost had. Galen swallowed, either carefully considering his words or else half-convinced already that they were going to be rejected as soon as they were put to voice. "I--" He sounded so nervous, the poor thing, and Sparrow had to wonder just what it was that he feared Frost would deny him. But Galen, too, seemed surprised by the hesitant uncertainty in his own voice, because he actually paused for a moment to visibly regather his confidence; Sparrow watched him relax, tension flooding from his shoulders, and she saw him meet Frost's eyes. "I want my lips around your cock," Galen said, all traces of bashfulness gone from his voice, and Sparrow's brows lifted. She'd certainly been expecting something worse than asking to give Frost a blowjob, even if the words were more creative than anything that would've ever come out of her mouth.
For all she was surprised, though, Frost simply seemed amused. "That's it?"
"That's first," Galen corrected, and the more he spoke, the more his familiar confidence seemed to return to him.
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