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You Were Born to be Mine: Tainted Souls Soulmate Fest
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Pairing: Modern! Fingolfin (Nolofinwë in the story)/Galadriel (Artanis in the story)
Prompts: Masks | Incest | Age difference | Suit Sex | Oral sex (Writer’s choice of prompt)
Warnings: Uncle/Niece incest | Kissing | PIV Sex | PWPlot | Everything mentioned in the prompts
Wordcount: 2.8K words
Summary: A mysterious stranger who appears to be so to everyone other than Galadriel approaches her. A night of forbidden passion unfolds between them.
A/n: Galadriel is 21+ in this story.
This for the @depraveddove Tainted Souls Kinksmas event! You can also read this on AO3.
Fingolfin threaded his way around revellers dressed in splendid silk and satin and jewels, politely waving away the servers who hovered by him with gilded trays filled with glasses of champagne and wine. He did not utter a word, for he did not want to give himself away by speaking too clearly. No one knew he was here, not even his mother and father, the host and hostess of this particular party. He had also taken care to keep himself well concealed. His face he had hidden behind his plain ivory mask, and his body he had concealed within the heavy hooded cape he wore. Still, the others were curious of him, a mysterious newcomer in their eyes. More than one person threw searching glances his way, but none of them recognised him.
No one beside the woman he was seeking out, that is.
Artanis held court in the centre of the hotel’s ballroom, masked and yet instantly recognisable by anyone who laid eyes on her. Her gown was a sheer chiffon confection heavily embellished with beads and crystals that mimicked the gold and silver in her hair. They dazzled and glittered against the light from the elaborate glass chandeliers that hung from the high, vaulted ceiling, making it look like she was wreathed in an ethereal glow that came from within. A vision was what she was, and she clearly revelled in the attention she drew to herself. When she turned her gaze toward her uncle, she flashed a radiant smile, rendering him speechless for one stunning moment the way she always did. Then she made her excuses and drifted toward him, a flute of champagne in one hand and a little clutch in the other.
“Are we playing the mysterious stranger tonight, sir?” She whispered sweetly, slipping her arm around his.
“Indeed,” Nolofinwë murmured, leading her on a turn around the room and pretending to admire the general splendour of what surrounded him. Yet he kept them near the outer periphery of swirling bodies and within the shadows to avoid giving himself away. “I find it quite refreshing, to tell you the truth. I could be my truest self here, and no one would know it was me beneath this hood and cape.”
“They wouldn’t,” Artanis agreed, “so long as you didn’t loosen that tongue of yours freely while in their presence.” She drained the last of her champagne and held out the now empty glass for a passing server to take. “A pity, truly. You know how I adore listening to you speak.”
“I know you adore a great many things about me,” Nolofinwë teased with the hint of a grin. “Not just the sound of my voice.”
Artanis did not flush or falter. “Indeed I do,” she admitted. She turned her attention toward the doors. They were fast approaching. “Perhaps you would consider indulging my desires for such things now? The lights will dim briefly with the change of the music, and the servers will be too busy after that setting out the food for dinner. We can escape unseen.”
“Won’t people ask questions when they see you leaving with someone unknown to them?”
“I’m a grown woman,” Artanis replied, bobbing her head at an acquaintance who passed her by. “Who I leave with is not the concern of the others. Anyway, we’re at a party. People will expect a few couples to pair off and leave in search of amusements of their own once dinner is laid out.”
Nolofinwë nodded in agreement. Still, he took a second or two to study the others—he was leaving for a more intimate interlude with his own niece, after all—and he found no one had been paying attention to him and her. They had all been occupied with the festivities, talking and drinking and dancing to their hearts' content. His mother and father, and Artanis’ grandmother and grandfather, sat up on the dais, surrounded by well-wishers and their guests, and had neither the time nor the inclination to look at those leaving and entering the ballroom. It was indeed the perfect time for an escape, and when the lights dimmed just as Artanis had said, and the music changed to something that was considered romantic by most, Nolofinwë gripped her gently by the arm and led her out the instant the doors were pulled open for those bearing heaping dish after heaping dish of delicious, fragrant food.
“You are making me miss quite the feast,” Nolofinwë quipped as soon as they were in the corridor and well out of earshot.
Artanis smiled archly. “Am I?” She told him, her silvery eyes twinkling like the stars in the night sky. “I’m mortified.”
“You’re not mortified,” Nolofinwë countered, pressing the button for the lift. When it let out a soft ding and its door slid open, he stepped in first. “Not in the slightest. But I won’t be the one to complain, not when I consider what I’m going to be doing to you soon.”
Artanis followed him inside and leaned back against one wall while Nolofinwë leaned back against the opposite one. He made no attempt to come near her, and she made no attempt to encourage him to do so. There would be plenty of time for that once they had ensconced themselves in the room she had booked for the night, and the hotel lifts, she knew, had cameras installed for the safety of the royal family’s guests. The risk of Nolofinwë’s face being seen, even for an instant, was too great. At length, she said, “I look forward to what you would be doing to me. Floor number forty-one, please.”
Nolofinwë punched the right button, his every sense alight. “Your father will publicly tar and feather me once someone sees us like this and he figures out I’ve corrupted and made use of his little girl.”
“My father won’t find out,” Artanis tossed back, unfazed by the notion of her father ever finding out about her and her uncle, his older brother. “He won’t even suspect us. I’m your niece; you’re my uncle. I help you with your work as your aide. No one would think it strange if they came across us spending time together in public. Besides,” she added with a defiant tilt of the chin, “I had as much to do with my corruption as you did. It was I who suggested our arrangement after that night of drunken confessions, after all.”
“Indeed you did,” Nolofinwë said evenly. “And you didn’t change your mind after you sobered up the next day. You’re trouble, Artanis. Trouble that I like.”
Artanis grinned, her gaze fixed intently on her uncle’s. “I’m also yours to do whatever you wish.”
She reached for his hand when the lift stopped and the door slid open once again to a cool, empty passageway beyond. This time, it was Nolofinwë who was led, and to Artanis’ room, no less.
There were few bedrooms to be found on this floor; Nolofinwë knew well enough the rooms on the uppermost floors were actually small apartments. He was also fairly certain the corner suite was his niece’s. Yet there was much to be seen, from the rich carpets that ran along the length of the floor to the delicate lamps affixed to the walls and the square antique occasional tables with their clear crystal vases and the bright red poinsettias that filled them, the expensive art that lined the walls. It was a place fit for a princess, Nolofinwë told himself, and Artanis, despite her love of athletics and the outdoorsy life, was still very much a princess, thanks to her mother and her father both. She expected the very best, and everything had to be according to her tastes. Nolofinwë could not see her in anything less grand.
He stopped when she did and waited patiently as she let go to fish around in her clutch for the keycard. A few seconds was all it took for her to locate it and then swipe it over the lock. A click was heard, and when Artanis pushed open the door, it was to reveal a room that was clearly the parlour of what was clearly a small but luxurious apartment, not just a mere hotel room.
Again, there was much for Nolofinwë to see: the little telescope perched on the window seat, the coffee table with the chessboard neatly arranged for a new game, the thick carpet that matched the one outside, a desk that was clearly old but well looked after and sturdy, and the sofa set with its warm copper cushions. All in all, Artanis had chosen very well, and he found himself approving her choice.
“Where shall we do this?” He husked, kicking the door shut behind him.
Artanis gestured to the sofa. Nolofinwë crossed to it, fussing with the ties of his cape all the while. When it loosened and fell to the floor, it was with nary a sound. Nolofinwë did not bother taking off the rest of his clothes, or his mask, for that matter. He knew Artanis liked it when he kept his clothes on, especially the fitted coal-black suits he preferred on nights such as this one. Truth be told, he found that there was something particularly exciting in remaining dressed and, in this instance, keeping his mask on. He sat down and made himself comfortable, stretching out his long legs as he did so.
The silence that settled in was deep and nearly absolute. Nothing could be heard of what was unfolding in the corridor outside, not even the sounds of footsteps and talk outside the door. It was just as Artanis had desired. She took her time, tracing her fingers down the skirt of her dress before pulling it up bit by bit, revealing her legs inch by slow inch. Nolofinwë watched, spellbound, as more and more of her was exposed to him, his breath hitching sharply when her thumbs hooked onto the sides of what could only be described as whisper-thin lace the colour of her flesh. He followed the slow path it took as it was pulled down slim, tapered hips and the longest, loveliest pair of legs he had ever seen. Need tore through him, swift, brutal, and so very real. Nolofinwë made no attempt to tamp it. He let it rip through him instead, and when he looked back up at his niece, it was with deep blue eyes that had clouded over with lust.
“You’ll be the end of me, Artanis,” he growled, though in affection.
Artanis beamed. She stepped out of her wisps and went to him, pushing him back against the cushions when she sat astride him and straddled his lap. Then she framed his face in her hands, leaned in, and crushed his lips with hers.
Her uncle closed his eyes even as he gave in to his niece’s kiss. He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him and making her gasp softly as he did so. He savoured all that he found: the faint scent of orange blossoms that clung to her body, the soft curls that foamed luxuriously around her face and fluttered down past her waist, and the traces of champagne and strawberries still clinging to her full lips. Yet he wanted more. His hand drifted up her back, and when his fingers found the little metal tab at the top, he pulled it down gently, expectation surging thick through his veins. A soft, metallic hiss rippled through the air, and soft fabric soon loosened to his touch. Artanis shivered, though not from the cold. She wound her arms around Nolofinwë’s neck, groaning into his kisses when the tips of his fingers ghosted along her spine, sending jolts of red-hot pleasure surging just beneath her skin.
Nolofinwë knew what she liked and how she liked to be touched. He was also unlike the others she had once taken to her bed—certain and steady and experienced, patient and skilful, traits she found lacking in those her own age. And she was not one to hold back and let such considerations go unrewarded. She returned the attentions given to her in equal measure instead, curling her fingers in her uncle’s dark hair, grinding her hips against his, and parting her mouth for his tongue. When Nolofinwë released her, she drew back, her eyes locked on his while he went to work unfastening the buttons on his jacket and the buckle on his belt, and the button at the waistband of his trousers. When his fingers brushed against the cold metal of his zipper and then slowly tugged it down, Artanis took her chance. She raised herself a little, just enough for him to adjust his briefs and free his cock. She guided him inside her, whimpering when the fullness of him filled her completely.
“Nolofinwë,” she breathed, still unable to comprehend how she could take all of him so. “Oh, uncle.”
Nolofinwë whimpered when she addressed him in such a manner. Nevertheless, he renewed his kisses, holding Artanis tight as she undulated against him. Locked within the velvety heat of her body, he let go of all restraint, relishing her sharp little cries and the sound of his name rolling off her lips. It was all the encouragement he needed to thrust up his hips, and when he did so, Artanis cried out her pleasure and fell against him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as she struggled to brace herself in the shockingly intense aftermath of her orgasm. It had come upon her without warning, and when she felt it tear through her, unleashing a storm of sensations that were powerful and all-consuming, she gave in to it without a fight.
But not for long.
Artanis slid off of Nolofinwë’s lap, her blood still thrumming in her ears. On any other occasion, she would have lingered; perhaps even let him finish inside her. But that was not what she wanted tonight. She wanted to taste him; all of him. So she settled herself on her knees between his outspread legs, paying no heed to the carpet that chafed against her skin. Then she took his erection—now glistening with her slick—to hand, and dipped her head.
Nolofinwë threw back his head and moaned—long, throaty and deep—when she sank her mouth down around his length. He fisted his hand in her hair, messing up the artful way it had been arranged, and let himself be drowned in the first waves of his fast-approaching release. He felt her free hand grip and caress his thigh, then his hip. He heard the sound of her ragged breathing, the choking noises she made when she took him as deep into her mouth as she possibly could. Nothing sounded more intoxicating just then. And when he managed to open his eyes, he found her looking back at him with something akin to hunger and greed.
“Go on,” he rasped.
She moved her head again, quivering when she heard him grunt and felt him shudder. Nolofinwë was not going to last long now, and when he let out a final moan, the bitterness of his seed spurted down her throat. When she finally stopped and pulled back, it was with a look of triumph.
“It seems that I am the end of you,” she began, brushing her middle and ring fingers over her mouth to wipe it clean. They were stained a deep coral when she finished. “Though not in the way you would have thought.”
Nolofinwë laughed and regained some control of himself. “Perhaps you’re right.” He began setting himself and his clothes to rights. “What would you like to do now?”
“Undo the mess that is now my hair, then my makeup,” Artanis said, rising and dusting herself off. “Then I’ll go back to the ballroom and ask my grandmother and grandfather to excuse me for the rest of the night.” She arched a quizzical brow. “What exactly did you tell them when you stayed back?”
“I merely said I wanted the night to myself in another hotel, away from the crowds for once,” Nolofinwë answered. He tugged at the ends of his jacket and got to his feet. “Perhaps we could do something together. No one has yet figured out who I am.”
“A drive in my car, then,” Artanis suggested, stooping to pick up his cape. “The city is empty this time of night, and there’s a particular beauty spot I’ve been wanting to see for a while now.”
Nolofinwë considered this. The night had been cold but clear when he had left, and the sky had been dotted with a million stars twinkling like diamonds against an endless field of black. It would be perfect for a drive, and Artanis was perfect company. He was sure he would enjoy it all immensely.
“All right,” he said, assenting to the proposal. “Hand me my cape, then go get yourself fixed up. I’ll meet you outside the hotel in thirty minutes.”
It's time for the December writing event to begin! cuts the ribbon
Tainted Souls Kinkmas 2025! THIS SERVER IS 18+ ONLY
It's the season of giving and we aim to give you all the kinkiest smut this holiday season.
Starting today on December 1st and ending on January 1st! In order to participate in the event you DO need to be a member of Tainted Souls. THIS SERVER IS 18+ ONLY
You can join the server here: https://discord.gg/taintedsouls
Choose your favorite kinky cookie from the plate (list), decide to try something new or need to pop that kinky cherry, come and choose a Kink from the Tainted Souls Kinkmas plate of cookies. There is no limit on how many kinks you can choose but you do have to choose at least one.
The list of prompts can be found in the server in the server events channel for the members.
Once you have made your choice, let the SMUT fly. There is 1000 word minimum required for submissions. You may choose any fandom and any ship. As always Dead Dove is welcome.
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IT’S TIME TO ANNOUNCE OUR NEXT ANNUAL WRITING EVENT!
Welcome to Hogwarts 2025!
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There is a 1000 word minimum on the fic and your prompt must be included. Those are the only rules. The fandom you write in, the ship you choose, the type of fic (no smut, smut, dead dove) is up to you.
Please feel free to talk in the House Common Room thread with your fellow house members while you plot and write. The writing sprint channel is there for your use for those that wish to form writing group and write together.
All fics are to be submitted to your Head of House (the AO3 collection or to one of the mods if you use a different platform by midnight EST on 9/30/25. A new event will be starting on 10/1/25)
You must be a current member of Tainted Souls to participate in the event with goes live on 9/1/25 at 8pm EST. If you join the server, sign up and then leave you will be removed and will not be sorted as you cannot be added to your Houses Common Room if you are not a member of the server
To sign up for this writing event once you join the server, please click the Sorting Hat emoji beneath this announcement. I will send out reminders for the live chat for the sorting before going live.
The event goes live in just a little over a week! It's almost time! This event requires you be a member of the server and that you sign up for the event so you can be sorted.
The event goes live in just a little over a week! It's almost time! This event requires you be a member of the server and that you sign up for the event so you can be sorted.
IT’S TIME TO ANNOUNCE OUR NEXT ANNUAL WRITING EVENT!
Welcome to Hogwarts 2025!
It's almost September 1st! And that means it's almost time for the newest Hogwarts students to pack their trunks and make sure their animals are ready to board the train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
On September 1st after you’ve taken the boats across the lake, you will be greeted by the Deputy Headmaster in the foyer.
As your name is called, please come up to the sorting hat to be sorted into your new house, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.
This event, while Harry Potter themed, is open to all fandoms and ships. You will need to sign up prior to the event going live on 9/1/25 in order participate.
On Monday, September 1st at 8p.m. EST, for those who have signed up for this writing event, you will need to gather in the live chat room. I will spin the wheel (acting as the sorting hat) and each member will be sorted into a Hogwarts House. Once you have been sorted, you will be added to a private thread that is your house's common room. Once inside, you will have access to a list of prompts that only those sorted in your house will see. Please choose a prompt from the list to use in your fic.
There is a 1000 word minimum on the fic and your prompt must be included. Those are the only rules. The fandom you write in, the ship you choose, the type of fic (no smut, smut, dead dove) is up to you.
Please feel free to talk in the House Common Room thread with your fellow house members while you plot and write. The writing sprint channel is there for your use for those that wish to form writing group and write together.
All fics are to be submitted to your Head of House (the AO3 collection or to one of the mods if you use a different platform by midnight EST on 9/30/25. A new event will be starting on 10/1/25)
You must be a current member of Tainted Souls to participate in the event with goes live on 9/1/25 at 8pm EST. If you join the server, sign up and then leave you will be removed and will not be sorted as you cannot be added to your Houses Common Room if you are not a member of the server
To sign up for this writing event once you join the server, please click the Sorting Hat emoji beneath this announcement. I will send out reminders for the live chat for the sorting before going live.
