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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Frost leaned back in his chair, his body angled toward Sparrow even as his eyes watched Galen's approach. He was practically bare-chested, a long expanse of lightly tanned skin and chiseled muscle exposed beneath an unbuttoned, wide-open jacket, and his black slacks were hanging low on his hips, carefully positioned to show off as much skin as he could while still claiming to be clothed. Out of the corner of his eye, Frost saw Sparrow glance over at him, the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips, and he barely managed not to laugh.

At least she didn't seem to mind the young man's antics; that, he supposed, was unexpected enough. Whether it would go any further than that, though, he wasn't willing to guess. Not yet.

In the meantime, Galen approached them with unwavering confidence; while it had seemed to take him a moment to psych himself up for whatever it was he intended to do when he reached them, there was nothing about him now that spoke of any further uncertainty. If nothing else, the young man clearly believed in his ability to seduce them--or perhaps he merely thought that acting like he did would be the first step toward making it true.

To Frost's immense surprise, it was not Galen but Sparrow who spoke first. "Galen," she said, nodding slightly. "This is getting to be a pattern, isn't it? How often are you here these days?"

If he was thrown by her sudden interaction, Galen pretended otherwise. He offered her a smile that he couldn't quite keep from dipping into territory more appropriate of a smirk, and Frost watched her mirror the expression back at the younger man as he wondered what exactly was going on between them tonight. For all Galen was pretending there wasn't anything unusual in Sparrow's willingness to play along tonight, Frost himself was growing only more surprised.

"As often as I can be," the redhead admitted, and his gaze flickered to the chair on the other side of her--not, as Frost would have guessed, the one beside him. Perhaps the kid was learning something after all. "Mind if I sit?"

Rejection would have been the least unexpected thing, but Sparrow seemed in an odd mood tonight--one Frost was beginning to hope he might be able to take advantage of as soon as he could disentangle them both from whatever Galen was scheming tonight. "Be my guest," she answered, and now even Galen looked like he'd been caught off-guard. But he hid it well as he sat down, and Frost inched just a bit closer to his wife, hoping to give the young man a subtle reminder that he had best not go too far. Just because Sparrow seemed willing to indulge him right now didn't mean he should push his luck.

"I'm surprised I keep running into the two of you here, as a matter of fact," the young man continued once he'd taken his seat beside her, and Frost was acutely aware of just how close the other man had pulled his chair to hers. "I'd been told the Chancellor rarely attended the Theatre."

Sparrow was looking away from him, her eyes on Galen with the back of her head facing Frost, but he could see her posture change nonetheless, just the subtlest stiffening in the muscles of her back and shoulders--and then the faintest sag. "A lot's changed in the past year."

To his credit, Galen at least had the sense to look sympathetic. "Of course," he said, a certain gentleness to his voice that didn't quite ring true. "Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up?"

"You didn't."

Her tone was dismissive, but it seemed neither Frost nor Galen could tell what exactly that attitude was directed toward; whether she was trying to pardon or condemn him, they couldn't tell, and Frost watched Galen glance over her shoulder, his eyes meeting Frost's for a fleeting moment before flickering back to Sparrow. "I apologize anyway," he said. "I'm sure everyone's thrilled to have you here, whatever the reason for the change."

"Some more than others," Sparrow replied, and the growing undercurrent of uncertainty on Galen's face was beginning to amuse. "Why have you been coming here so often, then, if you don't mind my asking?"

29 Days of Smut 2016

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