| 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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White and Gold [4/?]
To her surprise, there was something resembling relief on the Mer's face as she looked back at her betrothed, but she didn't trust her judgment of it as he repeated his own words to the priest. Now and forever, he said, just as she had, and she was sure that everyone in the room could see just how unhappy they both were about it. To be bound to this stranger, now and forever...
What had her father done to her?
"Then this couple is wed in the eyes of Lady Mara," the priest said, and there was a silence as he paused. Mal watched as a small boy--or perhaps a particularly androgynous girl--started up the steps from his place behind her groom; she hadn't seen him before, but now that her eyes fell upon him, she could see that he was one of the temple's people, wearing not the black and gold of the rest of the wedding party but the modest robes of one dedicated to the Divines. The boy, gold-skinned and wide-eyed in either awe or fear, was carrying a silken pillow of snow white, and he handed it delicately to the priest. "And I, as her representative, bestow up you these two rings, blessed by Mara's divine grace. May they protect this union."
It was over. It was over, just like that. She was married to a stranger, and the temple was cheering as if something good had just happened, and all she wanted to do was leave.
But, Divines damn them all, she couldn't leave yet. A Tamriel wedding lasted an entire day, and there were hours left to go.
By the time the day had dwindled, Malene was exhausted. She'd been forced to dance more times than she could count with people whose names she didn't know and who clearly couldn't have given less of a shit about her. People had kept asking her to dance because she was the bride, and, according to the first servant she tried complaining to, apparently that was what one was supposed to do at an Altmeri wedding. Men danced with the bride, and women danced with the groom, and at the end of it all, they danced with each other. There was symbolism there, no doubt, but it wasn't anything she wanted to think about.
When they were finally allowed to leave, Mal was shepherded off by her new sister-in-law, a tall, middle-aged, and cold-eyed High Elf who, for all her obvious disdain, at least tried to be polite. Elenwen, she'd said her name was, and she'd laughed when Mal had tried to introduce herself. "Of course we already know your name," she'd said, and Mal had blushed like a fucking idiot, and now they were walking down a hall in silence, heading toward a bedroom where Mal was going to--
The Divines had clearly forsaken her, or else Mara was vastly more cruel than her priests implied.
"I'll leave you here," Elenwen said when they finally stopped at a door just like every other they'd passed on their way there, and Mal knew she had weeks or even months--she hoped not years--of getting lost in this place. "Ancano will enter through the other door; I doubt he'll keep you waiting. Welcome to the Dominion, sister."
And with a firm nod of goodbye, the other woman left her there, staring at a door she couldn't have dreaded opening any more than she did.
A minute passed, and then two, and then three before Mal finally got up the courage to turned to the doorknob and step into her new chambers.
The sight of them stole her breath away.
Malene had lived twenty-plus years as the daughter of an emperor and a regional hero in her own right. She'd spent the past five hunting treasure in burial crypts and had lived in luxury in Skyrim until the White-Gold Concordat had called her way from it. She'd mingled with Jarls and dignitaries from the other provinces, and in all her years, she'd never seen anything quite like this.