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UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
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Please have a look at the extended rules here.
The important rules in short:
- Post anonymously.
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- Otherwise please avoid changing the subject line.
Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.
Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
FILL 1/1 Re: Group/Nyx, Keepin' it in the King's Glaive
(Anonymous) 2017-03-31 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)*
The captain did the setup, stripping Nyx down, positioning him on his hands and knees, letting out an approving sound at the preparations Nyx had already made in expectation of the night. Nyx shivered as a callused thumb brushed along his entrance, and looked up into coal-dark eyes that narrowed in amusement.
“Nervous, Ulric?” he asked. Nyx grinned, and jerked as Drautos gave him a sharp smack on the thigh. There was a ripple of laughter in the collected Glaives around him, and Nyx flashed them a rude gesture.
It was a Kingsglaive tradition, of sorts, but Nyx had never really considered it as something he’d be able to take part in. After all, he was—in a way—a taken man, and his former lovers weren’t the sort to readily agree to a full-on some-holds-barred gangbang between himself and almost every soldier in the Kingsglaive army. That was the sort of thing that could ruin a relationship.
So Nyx had been surprised when his current lover had turned to him one evening and asked if he’d ever taken on the Kingsglaive challenge.
“You should try it, if you’re interested,” he’d said, and Nyx had spent a good two weeks considering it before he finally said yes.
Now, he listened to the captain reiterate the rules while Drautos slowly, agonizingly, pushed himself inch by inch into him, and tried not to let out too loud of a whine. When he bottomed out, Drautos leaned over Nyx and pressed something cold into his ear.
“Someone wants to listen in,” he said, and Nyx stiffened. “It’s a secure line, Ulric,” he added, as he slowly rolled his hips, his movement languorous as he stretched Nyx open. “Don’t worry.”
“Uh.” Nyx reached up to tap the earpiece. “This is… Nyx Ulric?” He felt ridiculous saying it, but the silence was starting to trouble him.
“Oh, I’m aware.”
Nyx tensed at the familiar voice in his ear, and the Captain let out a grunt as Nyx tightened around him. Drautos pushed in to the hilt again in one quick motion, and Nyx curled his hands on the mattress to keep from slipping.
“Your Majesty,” he said, in little more than a whisper. King Regis’ laugh was warm, and Nyx closed his eyes to it, focusing on the sound of his king’s voice as he adjusted to the girth of his captain.
“Undone so soon?” the king asked. Nyx gasped as Drautos pulled out a few inches, then slammed back in, making him rock forward. “I expect my glaives to have a little more stamina than that.” His voice lowered, and Nyx ducked his head down, letting the loop of his braid trail along his cheek. “And of course, this isn’t your first time taking a man’s cock like a common whore.”
Nyx had heard the king speak this way before, but it was always accompanied by the warm brush of his hands, the press of lips, the taste of his sweat-damp skin on Nyx’s tongue. Now, with Drautos’ calloused fingers digging into his ass, Nyx ached for that touch. He let out a keening whine, and his king laughed again, low and soft and intimate.
“Don’t come until I give you the order, soldier,” Regis said. Nyx nodded, forgetting that the king wasn’t there, and licked dry lips. “Tell them.”
“I can’t…” Nyx bit back a moan. “I can’t come.”
“Far be it from me to deny the king,” Drautos said. “Libertus, you do the honors.”
“Sir.”
Nyx grit his teeth as Drautos tugged at his hair, and allowed himself to be drawn back. Drautos released his hair to hold his chest, still rocking into him, shallowly now, the burn of it sending spikes of pleasure up Nyx’s skin.
Libertus snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face, and was rewarded with a scowl. “Hey, buddy. Doin’ okay, there?”
“Shut up, Libertus.”
The other man laughed and patted Nyx’s cheek. He held up a black ring in his free hand. “It’s new, don’t worry. We planned ahead. Consider it an early birthday present.”
“Don’t pretend, you asshole, you never get me anything on my birthday.”
Libertus kissed him then, reminiscent of their first, fumbling attempts as teenagers in their new quarters at the Citadel. Nyx reflexively smiled into it, and when Libertus fitted the ring securely at the base of his cock, stroking his length a few times for good measure, Nyx almost didn’t mind the sudden, heady pressure. Libertus drew back, pulling Nyx to his hands and knees. As his friend started to fumble with his trousers (So prepared, Nyx thought, trying not to roll his eyes) the captain’s thrusts came hard and fast. He was clearly on the edge, and when his cock brushed against Nyx’s prostate, the younger man leaned forward and let out a strangled groan.
“Ah,” said the king’s voice in his ear. “That’s the sound of the desperate little cockslut I know.” Nyx moaned outright at this, and the captain dug sharp nails into his thighs, pressing their bodies flush as he came. Nyx shuddered at the way the man trembled behind him, and then gasped when he slowly slid out.
None of them were to come inside him. Nyx had thought this was a safety precaution (even though everyone was tested prior to agreeing to this), but now, he wondered if this were the king’s orders. They could use him, borrow him for a while, but in the end, he belonged to Regis. The thought of this made his cock swell painfully around the ring, and he turned his attention to Libertus, who had finally managed to slip on a condom in time for hands slick with burn scars to trace up the curve of Nyx’s ass.
“Hey, beautiful,” Crowe said, and Nyx glanced back to wink at her. She winked back, and he saw the flash of pink that was her favorite strap-on as she settled into position behind him. Of course she’d bring her own toy.
Nyx parted his lips around Libertus’ cock, and reared back a moment, scowling. “Flavored? Really?”
“What? You like cherry.”
“In a pastry, Libertus, not on someone’s prick.”
“You’re being awfully chatty,” King Regis said, “for a man who should be proving what an insatiable slut he can be.”
“Sorry, Your Majesty,” Nyx whispered, and gave Libertus one more pointed glare before suckling the head of his cock, just the way his friend liked it. He took it slow, waiting for Crowe to enter him, and hummed at the way her toy glided in with little resistance. Drautos had done a good job of fucking him open—Too good, really. He tried to clench down on the toy, and sank down Libertus’ length at the same time.
That set the tone for the rest of the evening. There was hardly a time when Nyx didn’t have at least two Glaives occupying his attention. After Crowe was done drawing him almost to the brink (he had to clamp a hand over the base of his cock, ring or no ring, and focus on breathing for a solid minute), one of his fellows flipped him onto his back so that Crowe could remove the strap-on and lower herself over his face. The harsh pace of his fellow soldier only encouraged Crowe to grind down on Nyx harder, and Nyx worked his tongue into her folds with an eagerness that had Regis chuckling into his ear.
“Good boy,” he said, once, and Nyx almost came despite himself. Crowe rode him through her own orgasm, and left his mouth a sticky, swollen mess that Luche was only too happy to thrust into.
Nyx lost himself for a while, too focused on the pleasure of being filled and on the effort it took to keep his desire down to the edge, and reveled in the feeling of being moved and touched and deliciously wrecked. At one point he was riding one of his fellow soldiers’ cocks, a thicker, slightly shorter prick than he was used to, frantically trying to describe what was happening to Regis as the king went about his evening routine. Drautos came on his face, then, citing that there was no rule against that, and Nyx had to force himself not to lap up the sticky strands of it that trailed over his lips.
Regis was quite pleased with him for that.
The others took their cue from the captain, and by the time Nyx was done bringing the man below him to release, he was a mess of come. He whined as he was pushed forward onto his elbows, the man slipping out from under him. People were rutting against him from all sides, a cock in the cleft of his ass, another on his thigh, his head yanked back by the hair so that he could press his ruined mouth to another soldier’s exposed clit. He felt like he was in a dream world, drifting loose from himself, and the groans and cries he let out were hoarse and thin. He felt the warmth of come on his back, and the soldier at his mouth pulled away, leaving him gasping and sated on the mattress.
“You look filthy, baby,” Crowe said, almost crooning. Nyx laughed weakly.
“What I’d give to see you now, Ulric,” the King said, in his ear. “I didn’t hear you come…”
“I didn’t,” Nyx whispered, vaguely hearing Drautos give the others orders to clean up and disperse. “Will you… can I…”
“Not yet,” Regis told him. “I’ll have you brought to me, first.” The line went dead with a pop, and Nyx shivered.
Crowe and Libertus had volunteered for cleanup, which meant coaxing and bribing Nyx into the adjoining locker room, where he gratefully sat on a bench and let them scrub him down. They teased him a bit, drawing him back into the world, and when his hair was finally clean and his skin red with the warmth of the shower, he felt whole enough to take a swig of a restorative and hobble out on his own.
“I’m not walking for days,” he said, and Crowe laughed, slapping his back.
He made it to the king’s rooms on his own, dressed simply in black fatigues, and slipped inside at the sound of Regis’ voice from within. The time it took to clean up and walk the flights of stairs to the royal wing was enough that Nyx felt no danger in having removed the ring, but as he sank to his knees before his monarch and lover, he could think of nothing but the rush of heat pooling in his belly.
“You were very good for me today, Nyx,” Regis said, carding fingers through his damp hair. Nyx closed his eyes.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he breathed.
He laid himself bare for Regis, stretched out on the silk sheets of the king’s wide bed, and his lover kissed him soundly as his sore and sensitive hole was entered one more time. It was right, though, right in a way none of the others had been, and the sounds Nyx made for the king now were nothing like what he’d moaned and whimpered into the earpiece earlier in the day. Regis’ whispers had the heat of his breath to make them real, and Nyx was squirming and trembling and begging to come within minutes. Finally, finally, Regis smiled down on him and wrapped a hand around his cock, and Nyx came within a few strokes, screaming out his lover’s name as his whole body went tense with the force of it. Regis didn’t last much longer, and Nyx sighed at the warm rush of his come inside him, tried to clench down to keep it there. Regis laughed and kissed him again, and Nyx sank into the pillows in a haze of deep and immeasurable bliss.
Re: FILL 1/1 Re: Group/Nyx, Keepin' it in the King's Glaive
(Anonymous) 2017-03-31 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 1/1 Re: Group/Nyx, Keepin' it in the King's Glaive
(Anonymous) 2017-03-31 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 1/1 Re: Group/Nyx, Keepin' it in the King's Glaive
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