aftanith | 29 Days of Smut 2016

A self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.

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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Originally intended to be Vyrthur x Gelebor (x Lyris?), noncon.

Title: Blood, Ice, and Dragons
Pairing/Rating: Vyrthur/Gelebor, Vyrthur/Lyris(?)
Challenges:
Summary: Vyrthur managed to defeat DB and Serana, and decided he'd had enough of sitting around. His bitterness prompts him to attack his own brother and defile him atop the wayshrine.
Warnings: noncon, forced incest (brother/brother), villain victory, minor violence (vampirism), background violence (canon battle), mindbreak (thrall (http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Vampire%27s_Thrall#Vampire.27s_Thrall))

Title: Wild Elves
Pairing/Rating: Zevran/Lyna/Alistair
Challenges:
Summary: Lyna, Zevran, and (King!) Alistair roleplay a scenario inspired by the Dalish origin.
Warnings: rape roleplay, raceplay

Edited 2016-02-08 01:55 (UTC)

Somewhere back in the dark recesses of her mind, Lyna was painfully aware that if Tamlen had some way of knowing what she was doing tonight, he would never have forgiven her. But Tamlen was dead, and he'd been that way for over a year and a half now; much as she would always regret his passing, the further away she was from him, the more acutely aware she became of all his shortcomings. Tamlen had been her best friend for almost twenty years, the man she had assumed she was going to wed, the man she had thought would someday father the children her body was no longer capable of conceiving, and it was only after he was gone that she had been able to see his flaws for what they had really been. He had borne more than a passing resemblance to the Keeper Zathrian; while it had been their shared vallaslin that had made her heart ache when she'd first set eyes upon the ancient elf, their similarities had run deeper than that. Zathrian had taken it upon himself to punish generations upon generations of shemlen, and though he had originally done it out of a sense of revenge, Lyna had no doubt left inside her that the retribution hadn't stemmed from the same prejudice the People condemned in the humans they refused to understand--or the city elves that thought them savages in turn.

Zathrian had let his hatred of humans turn him cruel and ruthless, chasing false retribution for so long that he fooled the People into thinking that he might be the first sign of their renewed immortality, and now that Lyna had been a Warden for a year and a half, friends with city Elves and humans and dwarves and even Qunari, she could see Tamlen's words for what they had been all along: the exact same hatred their People seen in everyone else. Tamlen would have killed those shems who led them to the Eluvian that tainted them both and ruined their lives, and even if some petty part of her wanted to say they would've deserved it for taking Tamlen away--for taking everything she'd thought her life would be--it hurt her still that he had only spared them because of her words, words for which he then condemned her in the next breath.

If Tamlen could see her now, she feared, could see her with Zevran, an Antivan assassin so much more at home in the cities than with the Dalish, and with Alistair, of all men, a human king, he would have condemned her himself. Lyna Mahariel was no longer the woman Tamlen had loved, assuming she ever was.

But that wasn't important anymore. Tamlen was just a memory, a man from her past who she had mourned so many more times than she'd deserved, first when she thought him dead of the taint, and again when Zevran had killed the ghoul wearing his tainted husk, and then again when the Lyrium ghost of Haven had seen fit to impersonate him and try to comfort her in his visage.

Lyna was done mourning Tamlen, done worrying about what he would and would not approve. She was Warden Commander of Ferelden, the leader of a host of humans and elves and dwarves brought together against the greater common enemy that was the darkspawn, and if there was ever a part of her that had truly loved Tamlen the way she loved the men in her life now, it had surely faded with time. However eternal she had thought the wound left in her heart by Tamlen's horrific fate, Zevran and Alistair had surely healed it by now. They must have, if she was willing to consent to this.

She was still nervous, of course, feeling more than a bit uncomfortable in the light Dalish armor she hadn't worn in such a long time, and there was something distinctly perverse in what they were doing tonight for its inspiration alone. (Tamlen, she suspected, would've taken that as the greatest insult of them all.)

Lyna glanced at Zevran, and he offered her a comforting smile, as attuned as ever to the worrying going on inside her head. But he said nothing, knew better than to make any fruitless attempt to settle her with words she easily could have supplied herself, and Alistair watched them both in oblivious anticipation.

29 Days of Smut 2016

Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay

Wild Elves [1/?]