sigridharem

First of all, credit to the writer of Emir/Ivan pining princes for the idea of crossposting to a DW account (you can read that story at

emirandivan). Unfortunately unlike them, the overall state of my WIP is... a bit messy, as you'll soon see.

But before getting into that, here's the good stuff

General content notes: D/s, femdom, F/m, F/m/m and m/m. Discussion of past trauma.

Sexual content notes (on what's been posted here so far): Painplay, claiming bites, waxplay, guided masturbation, voyeurism, orgasm control, nipple torture, honor bondage, vaginal sex, felching, cunnilingus, prostate milking, crossdressing, corsetry, breathplay, gags, restraints (straps, ropes), blowjobs, birching, anal sex (m/m), competitive sex, spoils of war roleplay, breast worship, dirty talk, spanking, face slapping, face-sitting, collars, flogging, exhibitionism, ball torture, object insertion.

Summary: Weeks after Princess Sigrid discovers an illegal slaving ring and metes out justice, one of the former slaves she freed returns to offer his sexual services and become one of her concubines. Against the advice of others, and without knowing anything more about his past, Sigrid accepts him.

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Role Reversal AU content notes: sexual assault and past sexual assault (of both a female and male character), captivity, eventual F/m.

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I have done some jumping around in the story's timeline and have some gaps that I'd like to fill in later, so I'll do my best to give some sort of an indication as to when the next part posted is actually what happens directly after the previous part and when... technically it happens after but some other stuff is supposed to happen in between.

I also have a couple side stories and an AU to keep track of, chiefly the role reversal AU and Klaus prequel story. Anything that's not part of the main story but still "canon" will be tagged to hopefully make that clear. There's also Dominant For A Day, which was/is being written for a request on the FFA prompt meme and is probably non-canon.

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The Dancing Deer had a faded but well painted sign out front, and one could hear (and smell) its patrons without stepping through the well-worn door.

“Um,” Klaus said, with an apologetic hunch of his shoulders. “It’s not exactly the sort of place ladies tend to- Lady Sigrid!”

She had already pulled open the door, heedless of his words. “It won’t take more than a moment to see if Sebastian is here, surely.”

It was much like a Lotte birthday feast inside, dimly lit, stinking of alcohol and filled with rough and tumble types, though even Lotte surely would have turned up her nose at some of these. Sigrid was aware of their eyes on her, but once she caught sight of the dice tables, she didn’t much care.

Stretched out with his well-muscled leg over a spare chair was Sebastian, indisputably holding court over his table with a flick of his wrist as he rolled the dice.

The crowd around him roared and the man across from him cursed, slamming down his pint.

“And that, gentleman, is how it’s done.”

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The closet was technically still Sigrid’s, but since Klaus loved it so, she’d given him free rein over it as long as he took care of what was inside.

They began with a blonde wig for Sigrid and a tight cap for Klaus to tuck most of his red hair under.

“The point,” Sigrid reminded Klaus as they looked through clothing, “is not to stand out.”

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The next day, Sigrid made arrangements for dinner with Katja, Sif, and Wolfgang. And, after a long consideration, sent Karl to make appointments for her with Sasha and Sebastian.

Unfortunately, Sebastian had other plans.

“Sebastian is taking one of his little holidays in the city,” Karl informed Sigrid. “He is expected to return early next week, no doubt with his coin depleted from dice and drinking.”

“Yes, I know Sebastian’s habits,” Sigrid said dryly. “Unfortunately they are not convenient for me today. I will see Sasha, and then I will make ready for the city.”

Karl’s eyebrows raised the slightest fraction, which was still more surprise than she’d seen out of him in many years. “The city?”

“Yes. Preferably in disguise.”

If his eyebrows remained at the same level, it was likely only because he had anticipated this much when she stated her intent to follow Sebastian. “Who will go with you?”

“Well, Klaus knows the city well,” Sigrid said thoughtfully. “Unfortunately that also means he’s a bit well known, and known as mine. We would not be inconspicuous together.”

The same was true of Sebastian, but then, once she had Sebastian she would no longer be particularly concerned with being inconspicuous.

A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Lady Sigrid?”

She recognized Sasha’s voice. “Come in.”

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As it turned out, whipping Leifr until he broke down and cried was exactly the stress relief that Sigrid needed.

“T-thank you, Princess…” Leifr whimpered, and she tugged lightly on his dark hair.

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“Come in,” Sigrid said absently, beginning to sketch out a provisional schedule.

The door creaked open. “Well, don’t you look busy. Too busy to see an old friend?”

Sigrid all but leaped to her feet. “Katja!”

Katja cut a splendid figure in leather armor and a fur cloak, one hand on her hip as Sigrid rushed to embrace her. She’d cut her hair since Sigrid had last seen her, and now had close-cropped brown curls.

“I can’t believe you’re back! How was the south? How is Sif?” Sigrid paused. “I’m asking too many questions.”

Katja laughed heartily. “Well, I’ve been voyaging for nearly a year. Took a liking to it, obviously. How many hearts have you broken since I left?”

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Sasha entered, looking so innocently hopeful it hurt Sigrid’s heart.

“Have you changed your mind about seeing me?”

Sigrid swallowed. “I am considering it,” she lied. “But I am preoccupied at the moment with the news that my sister is investigating the death of your former master.”

Sasha turned pale.

“Things are about to become exceedingly complicated, I fear. And so I am going to have to ask you more about how you came to be in that place.”

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On re-reading I noticed some of this scene was redundant as it covered some of the same points as the earlier scene after Jalo's sentencing, so I've tweaked it a little to make it less so. I will probably tweak it again later on.

There should probably be a transition between the next three scenes, but I haven't written one yet.

The door flew open to reveal Leifr, practically glowing.

“You sent for me!”

“Yes, darling.” She gestured for him to close the door behind him, which he quickly did before flinging himself on his hands and knees before her desk.

“I already have a chair,” Sigrid said, amused.

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Gudmundr drew himself up when Sigrid entered her office,

“Sigrid. Welcome home.” Gudmundr bowed, which was quite a sight from a tall man with as much bulk as Gudmundr had.

“Thank you.” Sigrid allowed herself to smile briefly.

Gudmundr was, in some ways, the closest thing she and Lotte had to a father. He had probably not sired Sigrid, but out of the men in the Queen’s harem during her childhood, he had been the most interested in looking after her and Lotte. Even after he had fallen out of favor and ultimately left the Queen’s personal service in favor of the solider’s barracks, Gudmundr had remained a steady presence in their lives.

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It was none other than Peter, the only man she’d ever ejected from her harem. Of course, being a lord’s son, he did have business in the castle but usually they managed to avoid each other without difficulty.

“Hello, Lord Peter,” Sigrid said sourly.

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Karl was waiting for Sigrid outside Lotte’s chambers, and she was glad for it.

“Karl, find Gudmundr and bring him to my office. I am told he has some business with me.”

“I would, my Lady but the Queen has summoned you for your report.”

“Already?” Sigrid frowned. It was not wise to keep Mother waiting, but she was nervous at the prospect of seeing her without knowing what Gudmundr had to say.

Karl inclined his head.

“Then I suppose I must go to her.” She sighed.

“I will have Gudmundr waiting in your office when you have finished your business with the Queen.”

“Thank you, Karl.”

The audience chamber was on the ground floor, near the dining hall. It was where the Queen always heard her daughters on state business, though it was not her exclusive domain. Still, even if Sigrid had sat in the throne from time to time to hear petitioners when her mother wasn’t in the mood “to deal with trifles”, she always felt all of six years old when standing alone before the enormous mahogany doors.

Although there were no mirrors to check herself in, Sigrid idly brushed her hands over her clothing, even as she knew this would do little to nothing for any real wrinkles.

Remember, stand up straight. Don’t look away. You’re her blood, not her servant.

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Lotte’s chambers were, in many respects, not unlike Sigrid’s. She had a large four-poster bed, some armchairs and small tables with candles and a jug of water and cloth, and a heavily carpeted floor. There was even a small cabinet, about half the size of Sigrid’s, that stood not too far from the bed.

The main difference was that Lotte only kept things that she liked to be used on her.

Other than that, perhaps Lotte’s things tended towards lighter colored woods and more pastels, while Sigrid preferred darker woods and jewel tones. Sigrid’s bookcase was more densely populated, while a good fraction of Lotte’s was devoted to baubles her men had given her as gifts over the years.

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This takes place a day or so later than the previous part.

Klaus slept on Sigrid’s shoulder most of the carriage ride home while Sigrid and Sasha sat in companionable silence, watching the scenery go by.

“You know,” Sigrid said, after a while, “I will be favoring others for the next week or so.”

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Klaus was silent even after they had left Hofn’s hall and all the way to their guest room.

When they were safely alone with the door shut behind them, Sigrid put her hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “Klaus, I can answer your questions now.”

Instead of answering her, Klaus walked over to the bed and sat down hard, burying his face in his hands.

Sigrid felt Sasha’s hand slip into hers before Sasha said, quietly, “I’m sorry for lying.”

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The next morning, Sigrid woke from vaguely unsettling dreams to find Sasha already dressed while Klaus slept on beside her, face screwed up in a skeptical pout.

“I see you’re prepared,” she remarked, pushing aside Klaus’s arm so she could sit up properly.

Sasha nodded resolutely.

Sigrid sighed. “Come here and give me a kiss.”

She saw a bit of tension ebb from his features as he smiled at her before leaning in and brushing his lips against hers gently.

“I’m not scared,” Sasha whispered. “But my stomach’s all twisted up.”

Sigrid stroked his hair, trying to find the right words. I understand seemed likely to provoke him into pointing out that she really only had the faintest idea of what he was going through. My poor sweetling likewise might make him bristle for treating him like a child with a stubbed toe, although it was her first thought.

So instead, she pulled him closer and said softly, “No matter what he says or does, I will be there with you.”

Sasha bit his lip and nodded before turning away, blinking his eyes a bit too frequently. “Thank you.”

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“Yes, you are,” Sigrid said, amused. “Now close the door and settle down.”

Klaus grinned and did so, throwing himself down onto the bed face first. “Do I have enough time to take a nap before we have to go anywhere again?”

“Just enough, I think.” She put the finishing touches on Sasha’s braid. “I wouldn’t mind a rest myself either.”

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“Very well then. Who was he?”

“Master used to call his kind kitchen slaves. They were trusted enough to do specialized tasks directly under the masters’ supervision. Like many of them, Jalo was…” Sasha hesitated. “Loyal.”

She frowned. Although this explained certain things about the man’s attitude, it hadn’t really been what she was after. “And who is he to you?”

Sasha bit his lip. “No one, really. I ranked below him so he didn’t really-“

“Is that why he kept staring at you?” Sigrid said bluntly.

“I don’t know…” He shifted against her. “Maybe?”

He was avoiding her questions, but not outright lying as far as she could tell. That was something.

Time to cut to the point.

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Part Thirty-One: Sebastian's Punishment

Part Thirty: Sebastian

Part Twenty-Nine: Disguises

Part Twenty-Eight: A Quarrel And A Plan

Part Twenty-Seven: Evening with Wolfgang

Part Twenty-Six: Interlude with Leifr

Part Twenty-Five: An Old Friend Arrives

Part Twenty-Four: Sasha Reveals A Secret

Part Twenty-Three: Brief Audiences with Leifr and Wolfgang

Part Twenty-Two: Gudmundr Reveals A Secret

Part Twenty-One: Sigrid and Peter

Part Twenty: An Audience with the Queen

Part Nineteen: Charlotte Asks For Advice

Part Eighteen: Returning Home

Part Seventeen: Comforts and Limits

Part Sixteen: Klaus Learns About Sasha's Past

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