29 Days of Smut 2016
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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.




















And Despair [2/?]
Date: 2016-04-30 12:18 pm (UTC)Esmeralda lay there atop him for a moment, her hips pressed against his own as her legs tangled with his, and she could feel the bulge of his arousal against her groin. But she didn't acknowledge it yet, and this morning, it wasn't going to be her with whom he took care of that particular urge.
Finally, she broke their kiss and pulled back, her blonde curls hanging down around them like a curtain. She brushed it all away, gathering each and every lock into a bundle and then draping it all over her shoulder so she could be sure Octavius had a clear view of them, and then she pecked his brother's lips again. Scorpius just smiled at her, as good as ever.
There were days when she wondered about him, of course. He'd taken to it all too easily, she thought sometimes, and she occasionally had to ask herself just how much of his submission was actually her own doing. She'd touched his mind on a few occasions, yes, had planted a thought or two when she thought it necessary, but she hadn't altered a thing. And there were still moments when he looked at her--truly, clearly looked at her--just the way he had before she'd stepped foot in Gatelin at all, and he obeyed her even then without so much as a single protest or a sign of attempted resistance.
Sometimes--sometimes she wondered what she'd tried to do to him had actually worked at all, or if he had simply decided at some point in her efforts that what she was offering was something he truly wanted to have.
And, truth be told, she was a little afraid to find out.
"Come, love," she said as she pulled back, taking him by the hand and leading him away from the bed behind her. They approached the cage together, Octavius positively growling behind his gag like he thought himself a beast, and Esmeralda truly hated to think that there might come a day when she'd hate to put him down like one, as well.
If only he was half as obedient as his brother, she would be willing to forgive so much.
Scorpius stepped up beside her as she stopped in front of the cage, and she leaned against him, her head resting against his shoulder and her hand still clutched within his. "Do you want to play with him today, darling?"
He glanced down at her. "Yes," he answered softly, and Esmeralda smiled as she watched Octavius' nostrils flare in his fury.
"Do you think he wants to play with you?"
She heard the faint breath of laughter that came before his answer, and she nuzzled against him affectionately. If only his brother could be half as good as he was...
"No," Scorpius said, and when she glanced up, his eyes were locked on his brother's, too, just as hers had been a moment ago.
If he was merely going along with what she wanted, Esmeralda decided, that was likely the reason. The man clearly hated his brother, a hatred that had magnified a thousandfold on the day Octavius had stolen their kingdom from them both, and she knew the feeling had only worsened when she'd coaxed that first confession of Octavius' own incestuous urges from him. If he truly hadn't been affected by her attempts to influence his will, then surely he was doing this because he wanted the power she offered him over the brother he'd always wanted to defeat.
"He did, though," she said idly, watching his expression closely as she spoke. "He wanted you before. Why wouldn't he want you now, love?"
"He wants to be in control," Scorpius said softly, and Esmeralda's gaze shot downward as she caught the faintest hint of movement. His hand, she was sure, had twitched toward the lock on the cage; but he'd stopped himself so quickly that perhaps her eyes had played a trick on her after all.