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This story starts well before I was born. The trouble began, as it always did in fairytales like these, with a witch and a prince who only cared about himself. Imagine a wine cellar or a dank basement, somewhere no one would see them. Imagine a young servant girl, barely 19 years old, bent over a crate. Her skin is flushed. Her eyes wide. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the cellar. The Prince is behind her, grunting and groaning, his hips bouncing off her pert, tight backside.

His cock is wedged deep inside her puckered asshole.

You see, the prince has told the servant girl that he loves her. He wants to be with her. However, until he is married, he cannot have real intercourse. It would be against his princely oath. So each night they steal away and each night he roughly fucks her backside, emptying himself in her ass. One day though they will marry.

It is all a lie. The Prince doesn't love the servant girl. He isn't going to marry to her. In fact he is already betrothed. When he is married, to a pretty foreign lady, he dumps the servant girl and refuses to look at her. The Prince though never realized that he was taking advantage of a witch.

He becomes King. He has a daughter and the Witch has her revenge. She curses the girl. Every day she endured the King's anal desires. Her daughter will suffer a similar fate. As soon as she turns 18, the Princess will have to be anally fucked at least once a day. If she is not, she will fall into a coma that she will never recover from.

The King tries to keep the curse secret, but soon the entire city and then the entire kingdom knows of the story: the Buttfucking Cursed Princess. When she turns 18, it becomes the source of conversations. "Poor girl" the wives of the kingdom say, imagining such a fate. "Lucky buggers," the husbands say to their friends, imagining who is in charge of giving the Princess her daily buttfuck.

It is no surprise there are envious. The Princess has grown into a stunning young woman. Long red hair, pale skin, a cute and innocent face with round blue eyes. She has inherited her mother's curves, with wide childbearing hips. And her ass? There is no finer ass in the kingdom. It is round, plump and thick. It is like her genes knew the curse was coming.

The King in this story is my father.

The Princess is me.

I have to bear the buttfucking curse. I have to let my pale, thick cheeks be spread at least once a day, to feel a cock invading my rump. There is just one thing that the Witch did not think about.

I love it.

A deliciously rear end focused prompt for you all. Only assmen need to apply. But how is it ensured that the Princess does not slip into her comma?

Does her father take it upon himself to make sure his daughter does not fall into an eternal sleep. It is such a high price to pay, but his wife understands that it is necessary.
Does the Princess have a guard (or several) who's job is not just to protect her but to administer the daily buttfuck?
Maybe the King decided it would be good diplomacy to allow powerful men from across the land to spend a night with the Princess and her heavenly ass?
Maybe the Princess is sent away to some monastery or nunnery where the ritual buttfucking can occur without scandal?
Maybe a bandit steals her away knowing she'll have to let him plow her peachy bottom to stay awake?
Maybe she escapes - freed of her royal prison, but now desperate to find a willing cock each day?
Or maybe you have a great idea yourself! I'm interested to hear it!

Kinks: risk of getting caught, doggy style/standing sex from behind, anal, blowjobs, cumshots, light-hearted smut.

Limits: toilet stuff, rape, violence, impreg, really rough mean sex, dark and twisted story, also overly romantic stories.

Where ever Miss Eleanor Thotcroft went, gossip and conversation followed her. Even if she lived a completely normal and respectable life for a Victorian woman people would have stared. She was the height of womanly attraction. Her long, flowing strawberry red hair and her pale skin were already striking enough. Her pretty face was kissed with freckles that drew the eye - her eyes were a striking blue and her nose was cute and dainty. Her dress - even when so respectable, had the habit of accentuating her features. Men were always ensnared by her milky white bosom that occasionally peaked above the cleavage it. More so, fabric always hung snugly to Miss Thotcroft's wide childbearing hips and peachy, thick posterior. It was known that men would give up their livelihood to spend just a night with Miss Thotcroft's plump heart-shaped bottom, the most astonishing derriere in all of the country.

The focus of gossip on her physical appearance was not entirely fair. She was smart and humorous. She enjoyed adventure, taught from years of reading adventure novels. She would make an ideal governess or teacher. When not inflamed with desires, everyone thought highly of the young, redheaded woman. They greeted her in the street. They smiled at her in the shop. Sometimes people would come to visit her at her cottage out on the outskirt of town: Applebottom Cottage. It was the perfect little place to escape from the world. It was on the outskirts of the small village and was surrounded by the forest - tall trees standing guard. There was also a nearby river and and Miss Thotcroft had been known to frolic au naturel in it. If anyone ever caught her, the gossip would only have increased... but she did so like the risk.

After all, Miss Thotcroft was not some nun. She had appetites. Womanly desire. But even she didn't imagine what was in store for her.

What adventure has poor Eleanor Thotcroft got herself into?

Has Miss Thotcroft attended the local manor house for a dinner and now someone has ended up dead? There is a mystery to unravel but also someone is more keen to investigate Eleanor's body itself.
Or maybe Miss Thotcroft's brother is a scientist, a man who has created the first time machine! Unfortunately he did not tell Eleanor about it and she has now unwittingly traveled back in time?
Or maybe aliens from Mars have arrived, attacking the countryside! Miss Thotcroft must now flee this Victorian apocalyptical world! Is this alone or does she have a companion?
Or maybe someone (or something) has come across her cottage and is reluctant to leave? Perhaps the nearby moors are haunted? The woods hunted by some beast?
Or maybe Miss Thotcroft is far away from her home now? Perhaps she was on board a steamer to the New World when something terrible happened and she is now stranded on some spit of land in the middle of the sea? But who is there with her? A fellow traveler or someone/thing that was already on the island?
Or maybe you are a simple man from the village who discovers Miss Thotcroft's love of bathing nude in the river?
Or maybe you have some amazing idea you'd like to share!

I hope this has caught your attention! I'm looking for a steamy, naughty roleplay (short or long term) with a little story and a lot of smut! Also:

I like detail! What's the point in being naughty if we aren't doing it right! Words and written descriptions make me lusty!
Please go with detail in your first response. Describe who you're character is, what would you like to do in this roleplay, give me a chance to see we are compatible! You don't need to rush and be the first responder. I take my time in picking the right partner!
Kinks and limits we can discuss. But I really like light-hearted fun, sneaky/risk of getting caught sex, anal, oral sex, cumshots, spankings, and lots of other things! I don't like violence, watersport/scat and things like that.

Looking forward to hear from you! Mwah!