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Amara Tanith ([personal profile] aftanith) wrote2015-12-21 05:55 am
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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 basis2.[15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex3.[50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost4.Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex5.[15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction
6.Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen7.Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia8.[15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time9.[citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost10.[alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost
11.Dark!Hera x everyone AU12.demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU)13.Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak14.Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak15.Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia)
16.[citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia17.[citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover18.[paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles19.Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage20.[Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU
21.M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration22.[over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay23.[smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost24.[smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy25.[lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost
26.[lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen27.[citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen28.Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #129.Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2
 









 

Draconian [2/?]

[identity profile] norienchronicle.livejournal.com 2016-04-24 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
In the meantime, though, Charon had more important things to focus on than the admittedly appealing fantasy of someday throttling the life from his half-brother's body. Right now, the Draconian commanded his full attention; even more promising than the idea of his taking vengeance on his brother was the idea of finding something he could exploit in the Dragonkind. So far, there had been nothing; he was arrogant and powerful and above all else, secretive--except, of course, when it came to his three prisoners' punishment--and Charon, for all his vigilance, had yet to spot a single weakness he could use.

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.