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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Draconian [1/?]

[norienchronicle.livejournal.com]

Charon had warned them all, had dedicated his life to driving the dragons and the draconians from his kingdom, and his idiot brother had seen fit to destroy it all. He had brought this beast into the heart of the palace and let him tear down everything Charon had accomplished, and his only consolation was that the beast had made sure Caderyn and his little friends got exactly what they deserved, too.

Though, unless he was much mistaken, two or three of them had escape the worst of it, had been allowed to walk away and flee the palace with little more than a warning that they should never return. The women, he was fairly sure, had been mostly spared; it was only the one, only the leader of them, the one who had tricked his weak minded fool of a brother into following her insane plan to help the draconian, who was still with them now. And he doubted she was suffering what they were; he certainly hadn't seen her since that day, so if she too was being tormented, she at least had the luxury of privacy. He wondered if he should actually envy that.

His own torment, unsurprisingly, had been and remained horrifically public, his humiliation laid bare for all the world to see. And try as he might to keep it from happening, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Charon was nothing if not a proud man, and when it had become clear what was going to happen to those of them who had not been ushered from the palace in the wake of the beast's takeover, Charon's mind had been set immediately; if he couldn't win, if he couldn't prevent the creature from doing this to him, couldn't prevent it from taking not just everything he'd built but everything he was, then Charon would die. Charon would provoke the monster into killing him, or else he would die by his own hands--whichever was easier.

And yet the creature had stopped him. The dragonkind had laughed in the face of his attempts at provocation, had met them with not a killing rage but cruel, malicious, outright sadistic wrath, and then Charon had seen his agency taken away completely. He had no access to weapons anymore, wasn't even allowed the use of his hands now the creature was keeping him either preoccupied or bound; trying to starve himself had been met with force-feedings, and any further attempts to provoke a reaction had only resulted in a gag that hadn't come off for more than a few moments a day for what had surely been weeks. Nothing Charon tried was working, and he hated the lot of them for doing this to him, hated the creature for violating him like this, hated his brother for making it possible, hated the women for escaping this fate, and hated that damn spy most of all, if only because he seemed to enjoy what the monster was doing to them. That, above all else, was most absurd.

Even now, he glared at the creature as it sat in his throne, addressing his human court as confidently as if the dragons had never fallen, and there was a part of Charon that wondered if the damn beast knew something he didn't. Where there dragons he had missed, after all, or was Charon merely paranoid? And if this Sigurd really was the last of the dragonkind, what did that mean for the world? What would happen when the monster died? Did draconians die like mortals did, or was he like a dragon and would need to be slain? And, perhaps worse than any other idea he could imagine, did this creature have some way to bring the others back--and what would happen to Charon and the others if he did?

Charon glanced at his brother, hate burning in his eyes. There had been a day, weeks or perhaps even months ago now, when Charon had simply reached his breaking point, had gotten his hands around his brother's throat and squeezed as hard he could until the monster pulled him off and tossed him like a ragdoll across the room. That was the last time he'd been allowed out of his restraints, but he didn't regret it for a moment; what he regretted was having failed to kill the little upstart.

And mark his words, he would make Caderyn pay if it was the last thing he ever did.