Edora Begins to Explain Life to Prince Rodegard

Oct25

Previously: Prince Rodegard Visits the Imperial Capital

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Prince Rodegard was staring open-mouthed at Edora. She watched him implacably, pretending that she did not care about his reactions.

Said reactions, as she cataloged them, appeared to be, in order: confusion, worried understanding, denial, more confusion, angry understanding, angrier denial, and then a further state of confusion.

He might be a spoiled childish specimen of a Prince, but he was still, after all, a prince. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Dame Edora. I must have misheard you.”

She contemplated her answer for a moment. “It’s Princess, actually.”

“…what?” This time, even his manners failed him.

“Technically, Kneginja Esedora. But I have been Edora for quite a while.”

“Kneg…” He struggled with the unfamiliar word. “Wait. I thought you were my bodyguard.”

“I am your bodyguard, your minder, your instructor, and your guide. I am also, to some ways of thinking, your jail-keeper. But most importantly right now, Prince Rodegard, I am the person in charge of getting you ready for the Imperial Capital.”

“That’s not what you said last time. Uh. Your Highness? You said you were supposed to prepare me for her… for the Imperial Empressina. Didn’t you? Your Highness?”

“I did.” Edora found herself smiling. He wasn’t stupid, this boy, he was just – well, he was provincial, and sheltered, and naive. She’d known more than her share of ones like that. “It is my job, among all my other jobs, to get you ready for her before she returns from her tour of the Empire.”

“Get me ready for… what, exactly?” From the way his face was going ashen, Edora thought he might already know. Still, she couldn’t fault him for asking.

And she couldn’t fault herself for wanting to tease him a little. He’d jumped into this position feet-first and without checking the water first; in a pond, that could get your neck broken. In life… “Didn’t you ask what you were volunteering for?”

“Somebody had to go!” He leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists in his lap. To either side of him, the guards stirred but didn’t try to stop him. “Look, it’s not like the Emperor would have taken ‘Caredorn is in love with the dancers’ daughter and Takaranne is a better businessman than any of the rest of us; Petraken is too frail to travel and Lidotarre would get us into a war.’“ He was glaring at Edora, which she found interesting. “It got me out of blessing the fields and all of the maidens, sure. It got me out of plowing the fields and helping with the harvest in bad years, and it was the only chance I was likely to have to visit the Imperial Capital.”

Edora leaned back. Perhaps he had jumped in feet first to escape a burning building, or perhaps he was making up justifications to cover a lack of forethought. “It would have been interesting if you had said all of those things. Instead, however, you said ‘the Imperial Capital sounds fun. I’ll go.’“

“Well… it does sound fun. But – the Empressina? Her Imperial Highness?” He leaned back and folded his hands carefully, left over right. “What am I being prepared for?”


Written to @dahob’s commissioned continuation.

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Fitting In, a story of Facets of Dusk for the Impossible Situations mini-call

Oct25

In retrospect, things would have gone smoother if the team had made any other choice at all, even staying frozen in indecision.

But the volcano was seconds from showering them all in hot ash and then burying them in lava, and that wasn’t a way any of them wanted to die. So Alexa grabbed Cole’s hand, who grabbed Josie’s, who grabbed Xenia’s, who grabbed Aerich’s, who grabbed Peter’s…

Who grabbed the Jameerery mayor’s hand. And the twenty-five Jameerery, no fools and not wanting to die, had been forming up a chain of hands already, so when Alexa opened the Door with her free hand, all twenty-five Jameerery came through with the team.

And in most cases, in most worlds they went between, this wouldn’t have been a huge problem. They were alternate Earths, after all. Cole had lost count of the number of Coles and Alexas they’d run into, and there had been that place with the clone Josies…

The problem was that the Jameerery were, ah. Trolls. Or elves. They had horns, at least, and their skin had a slightly purplish tint to it. They worked magic – although not enough to withstand an eruption of that scope, clearly – and they had ears that were pointed and almost catlike. To put it shortly: They weren’t human. And it showed. And the Door back to their land had either burned or was encased in lava.

And so Cole found himself putting an adorable straw hat on the head of the most adorable of the Jameerery refugees, who sadly happened to be their mayor’s daughter. It covered the horns, and Xenia had already dyed the girl’s violet curls black. But covering the violet skin was going to be a trick…

“The girls could be very religious sorts,” Josie mused. “But I don’t know of a sect in our world where the men cover their faces.”

To [personal profile] lilfluff‘s prompt.

Facets of Dusk has a landing page here.

As always, if you want more, I can be commissioned!

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ALSO: Want to help me cast a year of Doomsday?

Oct25

The idea of the Doomsday novella series is to have 8 novellas following a class of 8 through their 8 years at Doomsday.

This is Austin, Sianna, & Sweetbriar’s year, but the other 5 students are up in the air.

Each student will get their own novella.

So, what sort of traits would you enjoy reading in Doomsday students, and, if you know, at which age?

(like: the girl who would be a dancer, in her last year at school… but that’s already Sianna)

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The Catboy Samurai is getting an Adventure~

Oct25

I have planned for Nanowrimo, among other stories, a 5000-word piece on Austin, the catboy samurai, to which the existing pieces can be a prelude.

So tell me, what sort of shenanigans should Austin be getting into?

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Theme Mini-#PromptCall: Impossible Situations!

Oct25

It’s almost November, and the Dungeon Call was so successful, I almost forgot about the October theme!

I’m taking prompts on the theme “Impossible Situations;” I’ll write at least 100 words to at least the first five prompters.

Prompt in any setting, any characters. I’ll see what I can do!

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A Week in Alder

Oct24

The Highlights

My Serials
Edally Academy Interlude: Maiku Hall
Jumping Rings Chapter 9: Taslin – Hold

Feedback Requested
Yeeeee, thinking about another project (A poll)
Follow-Up Poll regarding a new serial
Romance Novel Readers: I have a question

Stories & Prompt Call
Sooo Close to $100
Prince Rodegard Visits the Imperial Capital
Amongst the Wrifflites for the Genderfunky Prompt Call
Check-In For Three-Word Wednesday
A Piece of Cake For Thimbleful Thursday

Other People!
Becka Sutton’s Crowdfunding nano Project!

Landing Page: The Aunt Family updated!

Writing
NanoNano
Preparing for NaNoWriMo 2014
Wordcount 2013 & 2014

Stories
Well, I wanted to practice writing p*rn… (meme)
First three answers to p*rn m*me

An Unusual Arrangement Addergoole pre-apoc, NSFW
Learning the Arrangement
Getting Into the Arrangement

A treatise on sexual aggression and dominance as a trait in newly acquired American slaves… …and how to bring them to heel, or how I learned to stop worrying and love their resistance.”

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Getting Into the Arrangement, a continuation for the Dungeon & Cave Call

Oct24

“Now.” Miss Valeta’s hand stroked over Ivor’s butt. “I thought you wanted to be a good boy.”

Ivor made a noise around the gag. It wasn’t talking – he wasn’t allowed talking, but, then again, he couldn’t talk with this thing in his mouth, anyway. But she still landed a slap hard on his ass. “And yet you keep fighting me. Don’t you want to be good for me, Ivor?”

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to nod. He wanted to, in some way, assure her that he was really a good boy, as good as she wanted him to be, and he would do anything she wanted, if only she would let him down from this thing.

But his neck was held in a collar that was more brace than neckwear, and the rest of him was hung upside-down and backwards from something way too much like a trapeze for his comfort. And the flogger was coming again, god, not the flogger. Ivor whined.

She paused, her hand in mid-air. “Do you know what you did wrong? Answer?”

“oo?” he tried, around his gag.

“Don’t lie to me, Ivor.”

“..eeeh?”

“Were you pushing your limits on purpose?” She took his face in both hands, looking him eye-to-eye, if backwards and upside down.

“…eeeh?” He really had been. He’d wanted to know.

“And did you like what you discovered?”

That was too complex for an answer around a gag. He made a noise that was mostly whine. How to answer, how to not lie, how to… the sound changed from a whine to a sob.

“Easy, easy.” Her fingers were working at the buckles on the gag immediately. “There you go. All right. You can answer, and then I’ll let you down.”

Ivor swallowed. “I like… I like, Miss Valeta, I like being pushed around. And I like knowing the limits. But, um.” He turned his head and coughed, hoping to cover the hot blush he felt trying to come to his already-flushed cheeks. “Um.”

“But you’re not sure you like this particular kind of being pushed around?”

“Um. Yes. Sorry.”

“Surely you didn’t think that you’d like everything?”

“No! No, of course not. I mean… no. That’s part of the thing, isn’t it? I don’t have to like it all, as long as I don’t hate it. And even if I do – I know it ends.”

“Exactly.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Why didn’t you like this part, Ivor?”

Ivor gulped. “I signed up for whatever you want to do to me on the weekends.”

“You did.” Her hand went from petting to gripping. “But I want an answer.”

“I don’t like…” He tried for a shrug. “Being upside down? I didn’t like doing things I didn’t know were wrong.”

She chuckled softly. “You’re a natural sub. Tell me, are you worried that every weekend will be like this, or worried that it won’t?”

“I. Um… Neither?” He wriggled against the belts and straps holding him in mid-air. “What happens happens. When it’s done, I know if I can handle it or not.”

“And if you can’t?” She still had his hair in one hand, but now her other hand was caressing his ass.

“Then… then I don’t do it again.” He craned to look at her. “Miss Valeta – I know this is a year contract. I signed up. I’m not going to complain unless you order me to. I’m not going to try to get out of it.”

“Even if you’re miserable?” Both of her hands went still. Ivor swallowed. “Answer me!”

“That’s what I agreed to, Miss Valeta. I don’t want to try to back out.”

She pushed air out through closed lips. “All right. I’m going to get you down from that contraption, Ivor.” She released his hair and started moving ropes and pulleys. “And then… and then you and I are going to have a talk about safe words and their importance.”

Written to Hob’s commissioned continuation of An Unusual Arrangement and Learning the Arrangement

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Becka Sutton’s NaNoWriMo Crowdfunding Project

Oct24

Becka Sutton, @shutsumon, is crowdfunding her NaNoWriMo project!

Specifically, she is offering her readers a chance to read her NaNo project as she writes it, either with a one-time donation or becoming a Patreon Patron.

Check it out!

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#3WW / Dungeon Call – Check-In

Oct23

“Hey! Hey! Hands off!” The man couldn’t do much except yell, but he was doing a lot of that. His hands were bound over his head, his feet shackled to the platform, and three metal belts held him solidly down. There was, however, no belt over his mouth. Anna had a feeling someone up in management liked to listen to them. “I said hands off!“

“Mmm. No need to be defensive.” Anna watched the way the blue glow off her hands highlighted the man’s privates – not that there was anything private, splayed as he is. “You’re nice. Healthy. That’s good.”

He wouldn’t have made it this far if he wasn’t, but Anna did what she was paid to do. And he did…. well, he’d do what he’d been grabbed to do. “Mm. And you’re fertile.”

“Fertile?! What?” He fought against the straps now, his whole body arching against Anna’s hand. “What the hell? What are you people?”

“Oh, you know how it can be.” Anna patted his hip. “Men can be so needy, so high-maintenance. Sometimes women just want the seed. Sometimes they just want-” She gestured towards his un-private privates. “And here… here we provide that. Now settle down. You can’t get out of the straps anyway.”


This was written to Three Word Wednesday (yesterday): Needy, Defensive, Fertile.

Probably because of My open prompt call, the words just… ah, made this story. *cough*.

Cheers!

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