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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Untitled Harem/Parabellum Crossover [3/?]

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Sparrow stared at him blankly. Between the absurdity of acclimating herself--as if she could get used to this--and meeting the others... Sparrow's head was spinning. This man was not only putting her up in the King's own suite, he was trying to introduce her to the Consorts--and counting her among them all the while. She had to get out of here.

Realizing he was still waiting for her to answer the question, Sparrow blurted out a, "No. I--I mean…" By the gods, what did she mean? She didn't want to meet them, certainly… but how could she refuse, if this really wasn't a mistake? (And how could it not be?)

German surveyed her for a moment, a surprisingly sympathetic look on his face. "I think you'll want to meet them," he told her. "If anyone in the world can help calm you, it's them. They've been through this themselves, after all."

Sparrow lingered uncertainly. He said that like it was common knowledge, an obvious conclusion she should've been able to come to herself, but she didn't know a single thing about the Consort beyond their position in the royal family. She didn't even know how many of them there were; as far as she could recall, there was at least one man and a handful of woman among their ranks. But beyond that, she didn't know a damn thing; she didn't know if they were nobles' children or peasants like herself, didn't know if they'd consented to their marriages or if they, like her, had been taken from their homes and possibly coerced into the new lives they were living. And since German's words made it sound ominously like the latter was the case, that left Sparrow dangerously little hope of getting out of here any time soon.

Perhaps it would be best to meet these people, after all, if only to hear their secrets--and to get a better grip on what they meant for herself.

"Alright," she agreed finally, suddenly eager to get this over with. She hoped she would be able to ferret out the answer she craved.

German nodded and reached over to the door, knocking hard and fast against its wooden surface. There seemed, Sparrow thought, to be a pattern to the rapping, as if German meant to communicate some message to the people on the other side--or perhaps wished to assure them that it was him visiting them instead of someone else. That didn't bode particularly well.

There came no response, but German opened the door after a moment regardless, and then he stepped to the side and ushered Sparrow in.

The room beyond the door was a massive thing, nothing in size compared to the Great Hall of the castle or the ballroom she'd seen before, but bigger than any other room she'd seen besides and more lavishly decorated. The walls were round, the door where the room connected to the hall being their outermost point, and she wondered what the point of that was. Surely they were sacrificing space, putting a circular room into an obviously rectangular section of the palace? But perhaps they didn't care; it didn't appear, after all, as if they didn't have plenty to spare.

It had to be a style thing, she supposed, something that the wealthy indulged in to somehow prove their superiority over everyone else, and the rest of the room certainly spoke to that conclusion. It was filled with the kind of luxury Sparrow had never seen before her first visit to the palace; there was a series of white columns like tree trunks set into a smaller circle around the entire room, and beyond them, the floor was sunken in to form a lower section. Unlike the marble flooring to the rest of the room, this lower section was carpeted with what looked like the single most comfortable material Sparrow had ever seen. It was plush, meticulously clean, and richly maroon in color, and scattered all around its surface were what looked like enormous pillows big enough for a person to comfortably sit upon like a chair, each dyed with vibrant, unnatural colors she never could've afforded to purchase herself.

But more important than any of the rest of it, of course, was the people who were already in the room, their eyes affixed to her as she stepped uncomfortably into their midst.