Drabbletag6 3x Fills
Title: You Like Math Right?
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: Calculation
Fandom: Angel the Series:
Pairing: Fred/Lilah
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
"You like math right?" Lilah's lips were right at Winfred's ear.
Fred nodded.
Lilah set an iPad in front of Fred, the screen was blank. "When you know the answer tap three times with your right hand. If you stop me and get it wrong...well, let's just say that I have a lot of toys to chose from." Lilah ran the tips of her fingers down Fred's spine. "Understood?"
Fred nodded.
"Good girl," Lilah's fingers kept going then stopped with her middle finger resting on red-jewelled end of the buttplug in Fred's asshole. "Ready?"
Fred was on her hands and knees on a large square mat on the floor. Her ankles were bound together with thin soft rope. Her wrists were joined by silver chain, her palms flat on the mat. She was naked. Her hair was in braids dangling either side of her face and in her mouth were her panties.
Fred nodded.
Lilah tapped the screen and a complex math problem appeared.
While Fred's eyes scanned over it Lilah moved around behind her. After a few seconds Lilah smacked Fred's left buttock with a black leather paddle. Fred's moan was muffled. She tried to focus on the problem in front of her.
Lilah swung the paddle twice, smiling at the way the impacts moved through Fred's slim body. She waited a few seconds then gave her another pair of spanks. She wondered how long it would take Fred to realise that the problem she'd set was impossible.
Title: The Rose and The Dragon
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: On the Iron Throne
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Daenerys/Margaery
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Margaery closed the doors, leaving four guards outside. She turned, pressed her back against the doors and looked across the vast Red Keep. The only person in the room was Queen Daenerys, sitting on the iron throne.
Margaery approached, taking slow, considered steps. About halfway across the Red Keep she slipped off her dress.
Daenerys watched her, cool and impassive as the metal that made up the throne.
Margaery sank to her knees when she reached the top step before the throne. She put her hands on the inside of Daenerys' ankles and slide her hands up, pushing her legs gently apart as she did. Daenerys' skirts lifted. Daenerys watched her wife push them up until the strap-on she was wearing was exposed. It was black, scaled like the hide of a dragon with a curved tip.
"My favourite," Margaery smiled.
"Perhaps you should show me how much you like it."
Margaery's smile broadened, she shuffled forward on her knees and bend forward. She wrapped her lips around the head of the dildo, sucking on it while looking up at Daenerys. She sucked it like she would a cock, the dark scales became shiny with her saliva.
Daenerys met her wife's eyes and nodded her approval.
When satisfied Daenerys said "give your cunt to me."
"With pleasure."
"Pleasure for us both."
Margaery stood and got on the throne, straddling Daenerys. Their lips came together as Margaery impaled herself on the dragon-dildo and started to ride Dany on the iron throne.
Title: Without Intentions
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: Accident
Fandom: The Musketeers
Pairing: Constance/Milady (Athos/Milady)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 150
"You...slept with Constance?" Athos couldn't keep the surprise from his tone.
"Accidentally," Milady nodded.
"How does one sleep with someone accidentally?"
"When one thing leads to another without the intention of sex."
"There are times when I think sex is your main intention," Athos said.
"Well, you never complained," Milady smirked.
The slightest of smiles formed on his lips. After a minute he finally asked the burning question. "So, how was she?"
Milady hesitated.
Constance kissed her hard and wild, it was like the taste of herself on Milday's lips was triggering an animal lust within.
Once on her back Milday was surprised that Constance was good. Very, very good. Milday looked down, watching Constance suck on her clit. "Fingers, fingers," Milday whispered and that was all because it took Constance just a few strokes to find the rhythm to make her really moan.
"She was...adequate," Milday replied.