29 Days of Smut 2016

[aftanith]

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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Altmer Beware [1/?]

[norienchronicle.livejournal.com]

Note: This is actually the second take of this prompt. I drafted a bit less than a thousand words for another take on it, but it was going nowhere fast, so it ended up scrapped. That draft can be found here (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/47903.html?thread=215583#t215583).

Erich was a King the likes of which Skyrim hadn't seen for generations. He was noble and brave, willing to do for now people much more than either Elisif or Ulfric would have in his place. And he was much more powerful than either of them could have ever dreamed of becoming, his powers granted to him by Akatosh himself. Erich was the King Skyrim deserved, and as he walked upstairs into the highest rooms of Castle Dour, Erich intended to get what he deserved, as well.

He knew they weren't going to be happy to see him, because they certainly never had been before. But they would do as terms, would do anything and everything he asked of them because their lives and their wellbeing depended on it. And, really, what he had to offer them was much more than they deserved. Had Ulfric become High King instead, they would both be dead.

Erich walked into his chambers with warm buzz of anticipation that he could only partially blame on the wine. He had been away for days, checking reports of activity near the old Thalmor embassy, and he had sent a few dozen more of their agents off to Aetherius. He was more than ready to take a night to relax, and he couldn't think of a better way to do it than this.

Neither of them turned when he entered, their expressions sullen and their eyes downcast. Truth be told, he was a bit disappointed; they clearly weren't surprised by his arrival, so it seemed one of the servants had let slip that he'd returned. A pity. Catching them off guard would have been the perfect way to start the fun.

Shrugging of his cloak, Erich neared the shrine of Talos in the center of his room, and his slaves watched him warily as he approached. They were changed at the statue's feet, the thick leather collars on their necks bound by heavy steel chains to the god's stone wrists. The cuffs on their own wrists made sure they couldn't escape their bonds until he wished it--and that they couldn't use their magic even after the poison wore off.

Smiling to himself, he appraised them as he stripped away his clothes. Ondolemar and Ancano were still sitting far away from each other, as far as their chains would allow them to go, and there was a certain amusement in that. Two years ago, back when he'd first brought them to heel and introduced them to their new lives, Erich had expected the opposite response; he had assumed they would band together, unite against him and commiserate in the face of their shared fate. And yet even now, even after all he had made them to do both himself and one another, they still could hardly seem to stand each other. A pity.

"You've been well taken care of while I've been gone, I hope?" Neither of them answered, and Erich grinned. "I won't stand for the servants neglecting you. You need your strength, at the very least."

They both still refused to look at him, especially now that his clothes lay in a pool of fabric at his feet, and Erich squatted down in front of them and to hold off the younger Mer's chin. "I'm talking to you, elf," he said, though he wasn't quite as put off as the words made him sound. "I'm gone for the days and you forget how to treat your master?"

Ondolemar's eyes flashed at the reminder of his ownership, a deeply ingrained negative reaction from a man who was taught his entire life that he was meant to own slaves, not to be one. Erich still hadn't quite managed to break that from him, though the elf at least had the sense now to hold his tongue against the urge to protest aloud. That alone has taken quite a while.

"Answer me."

His eyes burning with hatred, Ondolemar's jaw moved in Erich' s hand as he finally did as he was bid. "No."

Erich's brow arched toward his hairline. "No?" he repeated, finding a particular amusement in the sudden panic in the Altmer's eyes. "No, the servants haven't been taking care of you? No, you haven't forgotten anything while I've been gone? Or no, you won't answer me?"