Oct. 21st, 2014

aldersprig: a woman's face and neck, a chain wrapped round her neck (kinkbingo)
Comment with a pairing (etc)* and I'll write you at least three sentences of porn for them.

* of my characters, preferably.**
** It doesn't have to be a believable pairing.
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
Written to [personal profile] lilfluff's prompt.

"I've always wanted to see the Imperial Capital." Prince Rodegard bounced in his seat, ignoring the armed guards surrounding him and acting not nearly the age Edora had been assured he was. "Is it as shining and bright and tall as everyone says it is?"

He was a hostage, technically. The entire railway car was filled with people devoted to getting him - and, by proxy, Edora - back to the Imperial Capital, where he would remain as assurance of his royal mother's good behavior. But the young prince had volunteered, and, from the looks of things, hardly understood the situation he was in.

Well, it was Edora's job to instruct him, as well as to protect, guide, and direct him. "Well, as with anything, your Royal Highness," she replied, in the language of the Capital and of her childhood, "there are many facets to the Capital, and some of them shine more than others."
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If I were going to post another serial, short-form stories posting frequently, which years or years would you want to read?

Poll #16068 Yeee Another Project?
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 9


What Ag Year/Doomsday Year would you want to see?

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Ag Year 6
3 (33.3%)

Ag Year 7
1 (11.1%)

Ag Year 8
1 (11.1%)

Ag Year 10
1 (11.1%)

Ag Year 16
2 (22.2%)

Ag Year 12
2 (22.2%)

Doomsday Year 1
7 (77.8%)

Doomsday Year 4
3 (33.3%)

Doomsday Year 8
2 (22.2%)

Doomsday Year 12
2 (22.2%)



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aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
Valeta's nails were sharp on Ivor's shoulders, and her breath was warm in his ear. "You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?"

Ivor swallowed a protest. Good boy sounded so kidlike, so condescending.

He didn't have to say anything. She chuckled anyway, her laugh stinging in his ear. "The options-" She pricked the side of his neck with those sharp, sharp nails - "are to be a good boy or a bad boy. You may answer me."

Ivor's mouth was dry. He licked his lips. "I don't want - don't want you to think I'm a bad boy."

"It's a start." Her nails raked down his back, leaving sharp stinging behind. Ivor gasped, which only served to make Valeta laugh. "You'll learn," she assured him. "You'll learn why you want to be my good boy."

He'd signed the contract. Ivor straightened his back and nodded, short and sweet. He'd wanted to learn.




Written to Sky's commissioned continuation of An Unusual Arrangement.

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