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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This was a genuine nightmare. If only that bastard Alarik hadn't sided with Ulfric, Morgen had little doubt that Alduin would be dead by now--or at least, she'd be that much closer to killing him and fulfilling her destiny of saving the world. But no, after Parthurnaax had helped them send Alduin running back to Sovngarde with his tail between his legs like a frightened wolf, Balgruuf had refused to help them trap this Odahviing creature in Dragonsreach while the war still raged, and Alarik and his beloved Lydia hadn't wasted a moment fucking off to Windhelm, eager to help the Stormcloaks take Skyrim once and for all.

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.

29 Days of Smut 2016

Slen Kreh Zaam [1/?]